Injured Leaves
Leaves that are injured
has fallen to earth
—time is no longer long
at the end of the conversation
on a day that is almost over.
In tiredness—a year ago together
constantly waving
while singing
towards the edge of the season
It is time
to save words
in the womb of the most glorious earth.
And I—silently praise you
with all my heart
—which anchors every cruise
like dust being kissed by the roar of the wind
resides in the chest—the home of all love flows.
Atambua-NTT, 30 December 2025
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