My flight to the moon.
Paper folded like origami. I was thrown into the air in the wind to fly. Hovering beautiful. I made a purple one. Hovering in the air to be colorful. Landed right in front of my little girl's tiny feet. She looked at me, her little smile reminds me of someone. I hugged with affection. I heard the laughter touched my heart. Your age not quite two and a half years, but I know you miss him greatly. I also missed out on someone, my little rose.
Jakarta, Indonesia, September 12, 2012/My poem-Taufan S Chandranegara.