House of Fragrant Growing Poems

This is my home breath to note - Silivester Kiik

Black corals flank,
growling patiently,
between the canyon-savanna boundaries,
day and night boundaries,
i look down,
resigned,
measuring the sharp into a whip,
remembering the fragile so frozen,
until my eyes can't see,
how to start seeding

Where my mother was born,
is a kingdom,
where the poems stand,
fragrance from the ground,
looked at the sun cloak,
this is my home
breath to note,
how the crescent moon forms itself,
with the night falling in feeling and beauty.

//Atambua-NTT, 16 July 2020 – 22.00 WITA//