Maria Sudibyo Poems

little children love sweets
what do big children love to like?
growing up doesn't mean
forgetting time full of honey, wine and milk
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if I am the expert
and I'm the only one who have that knowledge
I hope I will never meet that day
when I know I can lie with my knowledge
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what is the smell of money?
paper and copper
or stinky like fishmonger
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all you can eat cakes
chocolate and toys, follow paws
rose garden and fairy world
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It's not money or house with lawn
makes your sleep comfortable
it's not chocolate or expensive food
makes your tummy feels good
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eyes before glasses
like thought before word
or heart before hate
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Thing called duty never means something we like
It’s an order, an excuse, sacrifice or requirement
It never sounds pleasure or fun
It feels formal, distant, cold and a must
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I will let my love
Fly from my arms
The one who laugh is me
The one be hurt also me
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From the sea, from the mines
In the sweat, in the tear
Dissolved in water, crystallize by sunshine
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