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)

Wednesday, June 15, 2016

Four poems by Fernanda Rochman Ardhana was published on June 15, 2016 in Indonesia newspaper, Analisa



Four poems by Fernanda Rochman Ardhana was published on Wednesday, June 15, 2016 in Indonesia newspaper, Analisa.

 * Analisa is an Indonesia daily newspaper published in Medan, North Sumatera.


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