The Chair

The empty chair
Silent alone in the corner
The padded chair
Made of cotton selection

The chair has a lot of stories
From every persons who sits
Sometimes he makes persons;
Sleeping, silent, dreamy or discussion

dumb ....
Cold carry dust defile slowly
animals doesn’t care make a nest arbitrarily
strong wood tainted gold

Prop the cotton arranged neatly

life hasn’t meaning if it is useless
previously is glorious but now nothing

Now fragile and helpless

Just shit up and waiting for dark

~Tria Hidayani (117839)~