Written by Nurel Javissyarqi
Translated by Agus B. Harianto
(I) The one who retraces the muddy sand of seashore,
climbs the hills of yearning,
and the wind always wipes my feet;
alike a princess caresses my forehead,
when the sweat is starting to come out
and then become steam quickly together with it. Lanjutkan membaca “Ballad on the Sand’s Hill of Hurricane”