'Come near me my child',
the old Ocean whispered to me,
and I fell -swimming greedily-
in its embrace.
'Be my companion my child',
the grandy Mount called out,
and I stumbled -climbing my way-
to get to its caress.
I stood confusedly after,
between the plain and plateu.
'Fly with me',
the Wind whistled to my ears,
then I jumped heading for the sky
and fell into the deepest ravine
-couldn't swim nor climb no more-
Merely cry, pray and die.
Lombok Strait, Indonesia,1998
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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