A Poet Letter
Beloved heart,
It won’t wear off
my longing
to deliver
this gifts
and
my eyes won’t give up
illuminate my steps
make sure
that this valuable gifts
could read your door
since the dawn awakened
till the night fell asleep
with perseverance fingers
i prepared
a yeast of words
wrapped with love
hoping that
the yeast grown
into breads
that can satiate your soul
perhaps
bad shapes
not match your taste
or
even unwilling eyes to glance
and hands
hesitate to accept
please don’t expelled
my willing at your door
that kept knocking
with the beat
of
love
~ (c) Sukmawati Komala ~
05 May 2013
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