(Read Tugu Yogya's First Poem)

Bruised in Old Town
In the vigil,
in bait- lines of poetry chatter;
No crowds
green symbol of people's life,
wanderings in the beloved homeland
The remaining streets battlefield,
faces of young and old
enjoy the beauty
as if he knew the rapids,
meaning how many sticks of green
tiitik amid crowds,
Old town
Yogyakarta, June 27 2014 23:59

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