It Poem by meitha soekotjo

When i was a little, i knew they were so beautiful..with colors and shapes that could not be replaced by anything.
No matter what i did, they were always there entertaining my time and day.
In their unseen moves, they became bigger or larger or older or no more exist.
Some of them stayed and still staying.
If there is a must for me to have some witness, the witness must be them.
I wonder if i really remember them by each.
I just remember the sense of how beautful they are but doubtly could remember them.
Wish i was beautiful for them and still.
So they would remember me.
Love must be so big so there noone could measure it.
Life must be so big so there noone could measure it.
Colors and shape are always there as love and life for each other.