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That atmosphere is still firmly engraved in my memory even though years have passed. I was waiting for a taxi when I saw the bustle in the lobby of the Grand Kanaya Hotel, Medan, North Sumatra, Indonesia.

Then I immortalize the moment in the poem below.
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# Waiting for pickup


The sounds of the saxophone come from somewhere
crushed by the welcome gathering to ask for forgiveness in the morning raffles
on that black sofa, a man invites the future
while holding the memories in the gadget
but his eyes stare at the door
waiting for the longing that comes with the warm sun

Grand Kanaya is still rich with dreams
someday will make memories together
the little cop who just received the uniform
I don't know if there's a nod or a shake
because there is no pool to laugh at the water here
There are no muscle-building irons


But here the stomach is very friendly for rupiah
and sigh
reason to come back
with a dream together
composed of love

The song has turned sad
about my history of always being pampered,
always pampered
so they say
so is the word taste

_Medan, June 2019_
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