To All Wishes

By Frischa Aswarini

If only
Calendars do not have a name day
Maybe the trees will not know
A leaf has fallen
down this road

When the scorching days
Touching the tip of the wet, on
boys hair roadside

In the deserted park
Little girl dancing, the empty flowers
Her eyes dent a river
which often became his dream
Glass slipper, glass cans, or the sky pink,
words like

While the firefly
Seeing the light, in twigs melancholy
Playing the yellow lights
between the glasses of beer
with the gratuitous jokes or laugh

Maybe someday wings
Hurry silent
When the tinkling sound
rolling, so the beer foam
futile

And if it does not have a name day calendar
Maybe there was someone
Calling us at the end of the curve

Bringing the day more than day
A piece of light blue ice cream, and flowers
to park empty
for each person

To all want
Green trees
And small cans
Everything is not
When no longer the name of the day

For later
Perhaps no kisses or blankets to sleep
To us

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Frischa Aswarini. Born in Denpasar October 17, 1991. Student Science History, University of Udayana. Active in Community Sahaja, a group of literary studies and creative writing in Bali. Winner of the best two poetry writing contest South to South Film Festival Nasional, had time to read poetry in front of President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono.