Dear Door, I have a story to tell you. Listen!
Two exulting souls taking a bench by a pond,
accompanied by young trees with no sound,
witnessed in silence by a couple of red ants.
They passed the pond as the sun departed.

Dear Door, time led the souls to a point,
where they shared a bench beneath a roof.
There, they both took a step so rich in bond.
Revealing hearts through voice, they enjoyed.
A banyan tree was a true listener and witness.

Dear Door, there was nothing more to utter.
Secret verses of the souls had borne decrees.
Time was persuaded to be their sole bridge.
Two flat tires colored the joyful evening.
I pray the Almighty will grant a union.

Yogyakarta, 10 June 2003

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