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Poem From Iswanto 2008-07-07

stone
yeah, i just think of stone
suddenly
maybe i'll pick you one day
the day that we met
it was the day, the moment of the last drop falling from a cup of tea
that we left in an empty table on an empty room
just silent, no words
yes, till the last drop falling
suddenly it was the day that never forgotten
never came back
no return
sounds mellow
sounds blue
sounds....
stone is memory
stone is history
stone is portrait
stone is remains
stone is imagine
stone is heart
and 
heart is a place where stone is rolling
to nowhere.

 

by Iswanto G Harto

2008-07-07