If we were born as a poem. We would lead on the singing souls. Make an alliance with a pen in the fields. Propping up the bodies with soft fingers. —So aesthetically pleasing. But we aren’t a poem. Umpteen times and trips will not die by flirting words. (Fernanda Rochman Ardhana)

Tuesday, February 9, 2016

ONE POEM BY FERNANDA ROCHMAN ARDHANA WAS PUBLISHED ON FEBRUARY 9, 2016 IN INDONESIA NEWSPAPER, BONA BULU NEWS


One poem by Fernanda Rochman Ardhana was published on Edition 33, Tuesday, February 9, 2016 in Indonesia newspaper, Bona Bulu News.

 * Bona Bulu News is an Indonesia weekly newspaper published in Mandailing Natal, North Sumatra.

Please put your comment in here with a lovely words

PROMO "Simfoni Jiwa"

PROMO "Simfoni Jiwa"

PROMO "Aksara Napasku"

PROMO "Aksara Napasku"