Maria Sudibyo Poems

maybe you are a small brush
a layer of color that not even green in painting
feels unworthy and meaningless
but when you look from far
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for Mr. Satterthwaite

the audience in drama of life
never lucky in love and adventure
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He is singer
He is songwriter
He is dancer
He is entertainer
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Everybody who falls into this deep place
Will slide to groundless cliff
My passion becomes mountain
My tears become rain
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When you alone and you long me
When no one’s able to hear you
Just breathe of the air and call out my name
I’ll be in the wind that blows around you
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I dream flying across the air
the same height
I often dream about this
my hands transform into wings
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wish I could turn the time
once again back to the past
with you, I want to meet again
silent and lonely
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