Wednesday, April 3, 2013

You Are



If you are a sailor
I know who I am and where I should be placed, “I am a harbor”
In the tip of quay, the place for you to stop off

If you are a bird
I know you always love your trips
Then I am just the branch that you ever alight on my tree

If you are a kite
You understand that I am the air from the rustling breath
Which become the atmospheres from your deed
But you are loom


Susanti, Nia_April, 29th, 2012

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