I wrote a poem about you as my first school assignment and I cried in front of you that thrives in my school backyard when I got hurt, wish you still remember these all.
Adult me:
Tired with politic practice, but not with you.
Not in my birthday, you gave me sweet smile.
My journey taught me you are not just flower. You are my hero and heroine.
Hero and heroine for fighting against all my frantic.
Than, whispered me to pursue bright colorful journey.
Dili, 16 March 2016
Mariani VK.
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| My self in natural flowers garden in grandparents house to celebrate Valentine Day 20016. Bobonaro, Timor-Leste |
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