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)

Monday, February 8, 2016

THREE POEMS BY FERNANDA ROCHMAN ARDHANA WAS PUBLISHED ON FEBRUARY 7, 2016 IN INDONESIA NEWSPAPER, RADAR TASIKMALAYA

 
Three poems by Fernanda Rochman Ardhana was published on Sunday, February 7, 2016 in Indonesia newspaper, Radar Tasikmalaya.

 * Radar Tasikmalaya is an Indonesia daily newspaper published in Tasikmalaya, East Java.

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