THE FIRST RAINY
For Katie Watkins
The cloud that flies to the north-east
Making me to remember for father
Coming come with his love
For mother, the dry ground
Burnt by the sun of silence
The first rainy is father's love
Making wet for mother's dry heart
Missing to soft touch on chest
Up to the morning is as watcher
In which the life is as green as love without dust
Indonesia, 2009
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