the morning comes
and caresses your face
and I hold your name along my days
I swear to the sun
of the love I slipped in your dream
I did it with my life at stake
cold wind keeps telling me
a hope of love is a seed of devotion
let the air slip into her heart
and whisper this along her veins
shall I wait or bury this feeling
in the sea of rain?
the morning smiles at me, whispering:
"doubt you shall not be"
then I paint her face
on my morning pane
it never fades
Jogja, 8 Nov 2018
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