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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=410831" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song of Kanthil Flowers</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">perhaps my words are ragged<br>for love always never ragged<br>for years we chatted such as<br>the can sound which was kicked by the legs idly<br>in blind alleys clogged, the silence channel <br>the sound of the cat's mouth or fight because of lust<br>during the nights with expectantly<br>once upon time I picked kanthil flowers, want and want<br>i embed in your ear<br>or stringing gori leaves and I made a crown on your head<br>to lullaby of bankruptcy from full moon to full moon <br>although this hand was shaking and had trouble reaching<br>tired of soluble that prey<br>so where else wanted sown<br>to the cry earth? ? <br>create an extinct man in civilization<br>or in ditches garbage every day we meet<br>hearts are torn whether you like the wind go? <br>probably not easily met kanthil flowers<br>such as courtship<br>only the broken tiles on the ruins<br>from our house burning<br>and we are only able to totter<br>traveled up from alley to alley<br>offering the folders containing the restless soul<br>restless<br>bells-whistles<br>is a madness marker there? <br>hunted man said as losers who continue<br>must constantly marginalized..<br>or mortgaged as old newspapers<br>the merchant<br>peddlers are still ultimately pointless<br>as a wrapper<br>boiled peanuts joy of our children? ? <br>if we are tired then we sat under the mahogany<br>tiredness and fatigue<br>what we want to sell this madness? <br>before the almighty of these, say that this is not the madness? ? </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>(1998)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Imam+Setiaji+Ronoatmojo">Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo</a><div class=q>
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for years we chatted such as
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in blind alleys clogged, the silence channel 
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during the ni..."></div>
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