Nostalgic
I stand on the railway balustrades
To my hometown
I saw the railwaytrack move quickly
farther and farther from me
which left of thousand memories
Which the wind flied there
The train through the city
Which always arouseyearn for
After we love together
Your face always appear
In happiness and sorrow
In my pray
When I work
In the deep reflection
In a life and love
Integrated in every of word
Which I ever spoken
Whatever happens in up to ones's ears
My deepest love as like as deepest ocean
poem by Prasetya Utama
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