The Birds Were Lazy To Fly
there was no anger here, my dear
but love and falling leaves ~
peace and love are 2 sides
of the same coin
it was like Abraham Lincoln
what is life without love?
what is the meaning of love
without making peace
tenderness of the mountain wind
abort sizzling yellow leaves
what does it mean of hate
for you, my dear?
in the row of trees
the birds were lazy to fly
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo (22 October 2010, Boulder)
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