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)

Sunday, September 18, 2016

One poem by Fernanda Rochman Ardhana was published on Sunday, September 19, 2016 in Indonesia newspaper, Radar Jember.


One poem by Fernanda Rochman Ardhana was published on Sunday, September 19, 2016 in Indonesia newspaper, Radar Jember.
 
 * Radar Jember is an Indonesia daily newspaper published in Jember, East Java.

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