Rini Valentina’s poem
LONG LABYRINTH
If only the butterfly was patterned green, blue and gray
Approaching the edge of time
If only the beetles were as big as my thumb
Marrying a cloud that descends from the top of a mountain
Stirring the aroma of the hills in your deep eyes
Tying the foothills tightly so they don’t go any way
Staying with me forever
The ballad about longing maybe…
Just a fleeting dream of the full moon
Enjoying a quiet night without stories.
If only the canoe is in the middle of a lake at the edge of a valley
Huming to entertain the master’s of ink
It always writes a spring poetry
Embracing the wounds of poets whose their rights have been violated
Stabbing the corona of a king who fell in the embrace of time
Forcing the timing machine
To be here forever waiting for the sun….
It could be my poetry was on the morning side
Enjoying the passing of the dew
Then endless loss in a long labyrinth.
Rini Valentina
Indonesia
