A Gift For My Mother In Jogja: "Mother,
I’m awake.
On the lips night on
the edge of silence.
When a quiet,
warm your face so
manifest in recalls.
About drizzle in
the afternoon.
About the close embrace
that do not want me to release.
Mother,
It’s about dreams.
What I keep long time
in every trace."
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