RETURN
Muklis Puna
The rumble knocks on sorrow
The face of wrath roams in the chest
Lighters hide
The cloak was splattered on a shabby canvas
The little boy sucking milk on his thumb
Advice wading through the holy sea
Jump off the sheet
Targeting on empty bottles
Wet threads towered soaring
The red ears quenched angrily
The sword is sliced into meaning
The living temple is extended
Theme is herded into the valleys
I'm inflamed
Road blocked
The fog closed the view
The letters shiver
Sheets drenched
You came home to complain
Lhokseumawe, June 28, 2017