Saturday, 13 May 2017, 19:55 After Isya || 1448th Poem
Since I got to know you, I have become more friendly with the space created by distances.
Without realizing it, my fingers started dancing automatically.
Batik your beauty on paper.
But what I scratched on my blank paper was not a painting in the form of an illustration of your face, but a series of prose words that were beautifully arranged, with full meaning in each spelling of the sentence.
They say, I simply write you in beauty poetry.
I said, I paint the beauty of you in the simplicity of poetry.