meitha soekotjo Poems

He sometimes remains me of my father.
I mean a father figure, since I have short memory of my father.
Well, he is more like my grandfather.
A figure of someone who I saw as a father.
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At some point we could see things
That we are not expecting to see

At some point we might see things
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They are uniquely there
With their differences in flare
All are giving love and asking care
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I love how You love me, faithfully,
even when things were too exhausted to be explained,
You show Your love in lots of ways, unlimitedly.
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What could be worse than being far away from your home town…?
What could be worse than being alone with a stranger in a new town…?
What could be worse than falling in love with someone far from your town…?
What could be worse than just falling in love again and again with someone out from your town..?
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Could you see the beauty of yours, minds..?
I wish, you are aware enough of it or you just saying: "I could not",
maybe, you are too beautiful to be explained by words.
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We have lost so many lost
Yet, some of us don't get it
How some of us have enough of it!
Still, some of us plan for another lost
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Who need a baby?
When we can have a puppy

Instead of having a baby
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Once upon a time, love called me,
he called me tenderly,
as the breeze on the beach, amusing me.
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He loves me since he was 3 months old,
those big rounded eyes just told me so,
pumps my heart until now almost 10 years old.
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