Prologue by Sukasah Syahdan
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The taste of a poem is in the relishing sweet, sour or bitter cold, lukewarm or hot
The test of a poem is in the nourishing undying, fleeting or naught its effect in the heart
2/
Here are the lines that got stuck in the jam on their way to your heart
Possibly the very words you had cried out loud but got outroared by the noises down the path
Driving my quill alone I have taken them all along somewhere never by-passed
© 2006
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