Poetry

Once I put the words on a microscope
To seek the molecule inside of it
I say to drop a mouse without a rope
And you watch her probe her way out of it

Or walk along the way of its stanza
Going blindly and feel the hidden door
Maybe you’ll stumble into bonanza
And dig out our new journey to its core

Set a sail of your cruise on its surface
Should watch out for the unexpected bore
Start your first day from title and preface
And then greet the author’s name on the shore

In fact, we just want it to spill the beans
To torture and know what it really means

Malang, 20 March 2020
-FA

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