fera nugroho Biography

sitting at the corner of my dream
i tasted my coffee
dripping from the brim of the wavy sea
i tried to meditate in a single drop
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Into the dark gloomy wood I see
The shadow coming out from the tree
Filling the air in cold thick mist
Casting a damp over the morning bliss
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under the old meranti*
a young boy sat, weary
as his tears thicken to sorrow
he casted a quest of tomorrow
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i thought i began to write phrases
of red roses and purple haze
two hearts in one place
you called it love in a velvet case
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i met an old and limp strumpet
down in the damp alley
at the corner of the city
enchanting melodious madrigals
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