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Location: Jakarta, Indonesia

I'm a working mother. I write children storybooks in my free time.

Friday, June 02, 2006

Good Bye, my Love, I waved You Good Bye

One morning at a distant place
Once in the past my sight was touched
The mountain was there, the mountain was there
Since then I questioned each other’s deeds
Should we start to conquer this one now?
After one book came another
Mornings were gone, the next mornings came
Exchanges of looks, exchanges of words
Sitting in a circle, assuming assumptions
With meanings sought, never to be discovered
Should the hike start here, should the hike start there
And before nothing turned into dislike
Before all the mornings were lost
Good bye, my love, I waved you good bye
Forget the mountain, which was still there

April 1996

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