Poem Hunter
WV (Nov.2,1916 / Dutch East Indies (Indonesia))


O green and sunny blessed isle,
caressed by balmy monsoon breezes,
how do I yearn for thee, dear land,
where I received the gift of life...

Thy splendid sights, alluring sounds,
appealing scents and fascinating lore,
the many lifelong, loyal friends
I had to leave, unwillingly...

This foolish heart of mine
defying wisdom and reality,
still cannot cease to dream
of that which never more can be...

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