The little girl travelled up the mountain as Heidi, following her wandering mind.She got lost in the moment, feeling needy. Will there ever be blessing in disguise?
Afternoon sun shone hot in her face, for there were no trees to offer her shade.
With broken wings she tried to fly high, to find rainbow of happiness in the sky.
She hopes with happiness, there can be a kind of amnesia to sadness.
A long winded path, a little smirk of hope from a downtown.
On top of the world, it’s getting thirsty. She wailed the unheard, the zephyr responded uncanny.
Will she ever witness such beauty again? Will there ever be a happy ending?
She maybe despaired for her future not there, not knowing what was to come.
“Anak sekecil itu berkelahi dengan waktu. Demi satu impian yang kerap ganggu tidurmu…."(by: Iwan Fals)
- inspired by the beauty of Broga Hill -
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