Face Dismall
of course,
I met
you at the end of the road
under the tree Beringin
where I wait
day-to-day
the uncertain
the discomfort
when the bus and car
come and go
around me
but never
if any posts I color this
make your face dismal
poem by Prasetya Utama
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