DEBORAH W. SETIYAWATI
MORNING IN THE VALLEY
I will be the most fortunate one
Living between mountains
Silence will fall like dews
On green carpet underneath
I shall walk in the tranquility
Until I look at clouds
With my quiet eyes
While the wind fondles the grass
And the grass rise
I shall walk through the still vale
With the melody of peace
Amongst a thousand flowers
What spread the morning fragrance
DEALOVA
If life is a journey--- You walked!
If there’s a giant mountain--- You
climbed!
If it’s the battlefield--- You
fought!
You pay attention not
How many ‘if’ before your eyes.
In you, everyone sees the glorious
spring
Early in March, in the morning calm
and delightful
Your beauty shines brightly in
harmony
Between soul and body.
The power of you is in your smile
and tenderness
Strength and dignity are your great
clothing
The crown is wisdom and bravery of
yours.
Your love radiates from your virgin
heart
Your words are the air for others.
You are the oasis!
WILLINGLY
To let her go
To let her spring
To let her see the river
To let her touch pent hues sky
To let her find the missing Eden
To let her rejuvenate her soul to
fly
To let her collect energy to shine
brightly.
No need to regret
She has gone willingly.
DEBORAH W. SETIYAWATI
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