My post is Thursday night January 13, 2022
Sitting on a rock and in front of the rupia-producing place, there is paper always with a pen
Is my habit
Which is now taken by my arm
Always want to always dance with this pen
on paper with ink
who then while dancing the pen on the paper
the presence of letters and sentences
Like a beautiful painting
which describes
Something in something
Not too much
Because numbers can't explain it
Not even in the word longing
Because words will be weak
To side with power
Strong enough to explain
This is sincerity and beauty
The unlettered
Is a sentence on paper
As the title of the painting
