Thursday, April 26, 2012

A poem: "My heart will go on", not

HEARTLESS?

So restless dawn,
the chill aroused,
starving for cure,
can I still keep my heart?

Hey, I am in a tunnel now,
it beeps, and beeps, and beeps,
a white wingless angel emerged,
freeing me from the machine.

A time leap lands me now
in a giant apartment pool.
Brown bodies engulfed in blues,
A towel so yellow falling from the sky.

Ooops! Life has never felt
so close to heaven.
Once life is uprooted,
who else can replant it?

Teguh Santoso,
@the edge of a heartless life


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