There is a corner of Java
Not rich with the aroma of coffee,
Or succulent with tea leaf.
There is a corner of Java
Not abundant with fruit,
Or lush and verdant vegetation.
There is a corner of Java
Not disturbed by the passing of days,
Or the hustle and bustle of life.
There is a corner of Java
Where my daughter lies.
A corner of Java where my heart stills.
There is a corner of Java
That is not a corner of Java.
But is a piece of me.
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Dedicated to my daughter Milla.
10 years young.
Forever young, forever in my heart and thoughts.
