Your Visit
This is your spoon to take a medicine
I put them in order not to forget
I take a medicine
3 times a day, my internist said
How many times have you felt useless
with me?
But you are remain here
You're like the wind alone
caressing my hair;
there but none
(2007)
poem by Imam Setiaji Ronoatmojo
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