A Corner of Java

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.