Gloomy sky…

Foliage is in a tizzy …

A meaningless serenade …

How far are thee?

A somber day…

The winds scurry…

Petite bluebird’s whispering atonal warble…

Do I flit through your mind for just a while?

Drizzle’s falling silently…

O, I like this wet earth aroma avidly…

Firmament’s in gray, still, with no saffron even slightly…

What color is your day anyway?

At the terminus, downpour’s ending this tiring episode…

Dandelions are drooping in fatigue…

Cold nights brought in a rigmarole…

I am restive …

Serpong, Mei 2004

Published on 29th August 2015, 14.22

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