by Hartati Nurwijaya
The dry land
Children who have no toys
Trees are getting dry
Glad the rain is coming
River is flooding
The ditch is blocked
The streets are congested
Blame it on the rain
Love is just like the rain
It comes like sprinkle rain
It comes little by little
All of sudden, it becomes heavy
Love is just like the rain
It makes it hard and pleasant
Only one kind of love that will last forever
My love is for God the Most Merciful
Tatia
Megara, 14 June 2009
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Hartati Nurwijaya
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Hartati Nurwijaya
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Tatia is a writer, Sociologist and business woman whom lives in Elefsina -Greece. From child up until now she is writing some poets. Edgar Allan Poe is her fav.
Last updated July 05, 2016