The City of Hang Nadim

visiting your city, the land of red soil in the distance, the hill appeared the house, Iexplore the city try

in your city, the morning was very quiet. Morning waiting for the sun. that pops up in the morning light. east of the sun. sun

rain in your city this stride, the rains shy, dripping on the zinc, on the critical tik tik tik

rain slowed, the rain that always invite said to come, say hello to the poem which is stillempty

rainfall conjure you, the silent rain check says quietly, from the memories is neverfinished, and brought

Hang Nadim, you say. I was not shaking hands. but my comments hi to you.