your hand
lines of poetry
that i’ve written
and i read too
about the past
and the secret fate
that awaits us
like a mirror
i hold your hand
which is filled
with
inscrutable pages
your hand
forever in my hand
traversing the streets
my fate
laid bare in your hand
in the form of lines of poetry
then i read my name
wrapped up in your name
october 2007
=ISBEDY STIAWAN Z. S.=
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