My Dreams

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