Your eyes are the ocean The peaceful pacifio Looking into them is like drowning deep into Mariana To the very bottom of your heart Your hands are the waves Cold but warm Strong yet beautiful God's creation The existence of blessing Your presence is the terra firma Asia, australia, america Missing you is like wondering how to travel Wishing you're here is like begging God for a living Love and you. The sky and the earth. And I, melt between the two. — Irmaningsih, August 16th 2022
there is always something in your mind that you can't say, but you can write.