Ukulele Poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo

Ukulele



dreaming flowers bloom
during sleeping
within ukulele strain
comes from the past
children ran on the beach

we don't know;
why is dream still needed
of memories and hopes
like a child carried away
within Mother swing?

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(2013)
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