Poem – “When The Morning Touches”

There was a light
A yellow, soft, and warm in the sky
Touching deep through a soul
Bringing to the other sky
of a high fly away
The ears of everyone are listening
to a beautiful memory
of a yellow-light morning sun
Feeling like, we are butterflies
Let all fly to the sky
Seeing the magnificence
Which is hiding
beyond everyone’s soul
of the earth that we live
so peacefully
with love

(Inspired while listening to Mozart, written in Garut, compressed in Padang, 2008)

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