Maria Sudibyo Poems

to my uncle

tell me how to grieve my love
tell me how to cry out sorrow
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sometimes I think it's not fair
you occupy my mind, my heart
my eyes, my body
without trying hard
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I only offer story
not the truth
I only offer fantasy
not the future
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How many tones you have when you talk
with your wife, with your lover
with your boss, with your costumer
with your rival, with your friend
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my lord
every brave man
every sleeping child
wants to be hero
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when suddenly rain again
if you don't feel lonely
that means you are happy
with your own way you love
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there's laugh, forced laugh
laugh, gentle rejection without word
laugh, looking sympathy with laugh
laugh but actually doesn't laugh
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our love like old song in cold night
without flower and wine
only you and warmth
simple sound flows smooth and slow
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