You and the Horizon

I see the blue
Blue sky, blue
I see another blue
Blue sea, blue

There is a line
Neither separating nor unifying
The cloud and the brine
In harmony, they are colliding

I smell the blue
Blue scent, blue
I kiss the blue
Blue lips, blue

There is a line
Neither detaching nor attaching
You and I
In recklessness, we are melding


Ika Septianasari

Depok, 26 February 2012

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