My Dreams
By Rilla Rahma Mulyani
It's far away
Across the great ocean
On the top of a high mountain
Located beautiful place
However, the typhoon prevented it
The place is overgrown with thistles and thorns
Climb a winding mountain
I take slow steps
I don't get tired of climbing
Before anchoring at Cita beach
Before achieving your future goals
Haram recedes, abstains from retreating
