To the Anonymous Girls*

The Lonely Girl
By Agus B. Harianto

Under the showering of moon
The night was getting late
The body moved freely
As harmonious with the rhythm of thick wind

As if ignored onto the ethics
Performance was still following
The music of life
Accompanied the exhausted and confusion

Doubtless shined from the eyes
The charm of blush face
Your lively hands waves to the hair
The splashing water recited schmaltzy
To the song of the everlasting of your heart

; Ayana


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