minyo 𖤐

forever diving into the depths of thought.

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幸せの居場所

探していた幸せは、遠い場所にあると思っていた。

でも、本当はそんなに遠くなかった。

あなたと出会って、 何気ない会話や小さな時間が、 少しずつ私の毎日明るくしてくれた。

気づけば、前よりたくさん笑うようになっていた。

特別なことがなくても、 「今日も頑張ろう」と思えるのは、 あなたがいてくれるから。

幸せって、大きなものじゃなくて、 誰かと笑い合える時間のことなのかもしれない。

そして私は今、 やっと自分の幸せを見つけた。

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咲く前の花

最近、心が少し疲れている。 前好きだったことも、今あまり楽しめない。 笑っていても、本当に笑えているのか分からない時がある。

何がつらいのか、自分でもうまく説明できない。 ただ、心だけ少しずつ疲れていく感じがする。

でも、そんな日々の中でも、 私は今日生きている。

今の私は、咲く前の花みたい。 まだ咲けないけど、 見えないところで頑張っている。

いつかまた、心から笑える日が来ると信じてる。

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Restoring the Ride

Written by @rebelrhythms - 2023

In a charming, sun-kissed town, lived a spirited young woman named Lily and her father, Charlie. They shared a unique and passionate hobby—restoring vintage motorcycles. Their workshop, filled with the hum of engines and the smell of grease, was their sacred space, a place where their father-daughter bond grew even stronger.

Lily had been introduced to the world of vintage motorcycles by her father from a very young age. Charlie, a retired mechanic, had a collection of classic bikes, each with its own story and personality. Together, they had turned a dilapidated barn into a vintage motorcycle sanctuary.

One summer day, while exploring the attic of their old house, Lily stumbled upon a dusty, forgotten motorcycle. It was a rare 1950s model that Charlie had never mentioned. Excitement filled her eyes as she imagined the potential of this new project.

She dashed downstairs to share her discovery with her father, who couldn't believe what he saw. The old bike had been buried under boxes and cobwebs, a relic from his past that he had long forgotten. As father and daughter embarked on their newest restoration adventure, they found more than just a motorcycle; they discovered the art of rebirth and the joy of sharing their passion in a new way.

Days turned into weeks, and the father-daughter duo toiled tirelessly, passing on their skills, knowledge, and love for vintage motorcycles to each other. The attic workshop became a place of shared stories and laughter, echoing with the hum of the old engines being brought back to life.

As they worked together, their relationship deepened. Lily learned not only the intricacies of motorcycle mechanics but also the life lessons her father had gathered over the years. He shared tales of his youth, the motorcycles he had owned, and the adventures they had taken him on. Lily's admiration for her father grew as she saw him as more than just a parent; he was a mentor and a friend.

Their shared passion for vintage motorcycles had woven an unbreakable bond between father and daughter. Lily was no longer a mere pillion rider; she was now a skilled restorer, carrying forward her father's legacy. As they rode together on their meticulously restored machines, they both knew that their love for vintage motorcycles had brought them closer than ever, making their relationship as timeless as the classic bikes they cherished.

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Caffeine and Love

Written by @rebelrhythms - 2023

In the heart of the bustling city, there was a quaint little coffee shop known as "Café Serendipity." Its cozy ambiance and aroma of freshly brewed coffee drew a steady stream of customers, but it was the handsome and cool barista, Alex, who kept them coming back.

Every morning, Claire, a passionate writer, would walk into Café Serendipity to kickstart her day with a cup of cappuccino. It wasn't just the coffee that had her returning; it was the warm smile and the way Alex remembered her order without fail.

One day, as Claire sat at her usual corner table, engrossed in her writing, a gentle cough brought her attention to a steaming cup of coffee, elegantly presented by none other than Alex himself.

"Special delivery for our favorite wordsmith," he said with a playful grin.

Claire blushed, surprised by the unexpected gesture. "Thank you, Alex. You always know how to make my day brighter."

As the weeks went by, their interactions became more than just casual coffee orders. They started exchanging stories, dreams, and laughter. Claire learned that Alex was not only a talented barista but also a passionate photographer with a penchant for capturing life's beauty in every shot.

One rainy afternoon, Claire was huddled in her corner, struggling to find inspiration. The sound of raindrops tapping against the window seemed to mock her writer's block. Alex, noticing her distress, approached her table.

"Looks like someone needs a little muse," he said, setting a latte down in front of her. Claire sighed, "I'm stuck, Alex. Can't find the words today."

Alex leaned in closer, his voice soft and soothing. "Sometimes, all you need is a change of scenery. How about a little adventure?"

Before Claire could respond, he whisked her away on an impromptu photoshoot, capturing the city's charm in the rain-soaked streets. As they laughed and explored together, Claire felt her creativity reawaken.

Over time, their friendship blossomed into something more profound. Their feelings for each other were evident, yet neither dared to take the first step. One day, as the sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink, Alex handed Claire a photograph.

"It's your favorite spot," he said, his eyes filled with affection. "I thought you might like to have it."

Claire gazed at the picture of her corner table, empty except for a single cup of coffee. It was then that she realized that her favorite spot wasn't the corner table; it was wherever Alex was. With a smile, she turned to him and whispered,

"Maybe it's time for a new favorite spot."

Alex understood the unspoken words and leaned in, capturing her lips in a gentle and loving kiss. In that moment, they knew they had found something beautiful amidst the coffee grounds and camera clicks—a love story as sweet and rich as the coffee they shared.

From that day forward, Café Serendipity became a place where Claire found not only her daily dose of caffeine but also the love of her life—the handsome and cool barista, Alex, who had turned her ordinary mornings into a love-filled adventure.

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Enchanted Reverie

Amidst the stars, a world of dreams,

Where moonlight's glow softly gleams.

In tranquil night, our spirits soar,

As dreams of tomorrow we explore.

Beneath the sky, where rivers flow,

Nature's beauty begins to show.

In every leaf and whispering tree,

A world of wonder for you and me.

Tegal, Oct 6 2023

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Facing Ocean

Beneath the vast and endless sea,

Fear's grip remains strong within me.

I stand beside the ocean's motion,

Still afraid, with mixed emotion.

Its depths conceal what's yet unknown,

In the ocean's heart, my fear has grown.

Though I long to conquer this devotion,

I'm still scared of the ocean's endless ocean.

Tegal Oct 4 2023

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Alone in Reflection

In solitude's embrace, I find my soul,

Alone, yet not truly on my own.

In silence, whispers of the world unfold,

A symphony of thoughts in depths unknown.

Amidst the quiet, my spirit takes flight,

Exploring realms both shadowed and bright.

Alone, I learn to cherish my own might,

To stand unshaken in the darkest night.

The solitude, a canvas for my dreams,

Where stars ignite in soft and distant gleams.

Alone, I mend my heart's unraveling seams,

And in the stillness, find life's vibrant streams.

Fear not the hours spent in solitude's zone,

For in the quiet, strength and wisdom are sown.

Embrace the beauty of being alone,

And let your inner light forever shone.

Tegal 29 Sept 2023

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Cityscape Whispers

In the heart of the city, as daylight gives way to night, a transformation unfolds. The once-thriving streets now adopt a different persona—a tranquil solitude. Amongst the towering skyscrapers, their windows aglow with muted radiance, the city exhales a collective sigh. The distant echoes of footsteps compose a subtle nocturnal melody, a reminder that even in bustling crowds, one can feel profoundly alone.

Yet, within this urban isolation lies an elusive beauty. The city's architecture, kissed by the soft glow of streetlights, paints enchanting patterns on the pavement. Amidst the quietude, thoughts wander, dreams are born, and the city reveals its enigmatic charm. In the heart of the night, the city becomes a canvas for introspection, inviting us to connect with its soul and uncover the mysteries that dwell beneath its bustling facade.

The loneliness of a city at night is a paradox—a solitary crowd, an urban symphony of quietude. It encourages us to pause, reflect, and discover solace in the unseen beauty of these everyday moments, where the city's heart beats softly in the stillness of the night.

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Shattered Dreams

In shadows of love, we danced so sweet,

but now our hearts, in pain, do meet.

A broken bond, a love torn apart,

in fractured dreams, we find our heart.

Tegal, Sept 28 2023

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At Least I Swung at the Expensive Sport

I've been golfing since I was around 9 years old, and my journey into the world of golf had a unique twist - I'm left-handed. It all began when I watched my mom, an avid golfer, gracefully swing her clubs on weekends. Her passion for the sport inspired me to give it a try.

Initially, I struggled to find left-handed clubs (sticks), but my mom was determined to nurture my interest. My dad helped my mom managed to find a set of left-handed clubs, and I was overjoyed. With her guidance, I took my first swing, and it felt like the perfect fit.

Watching my mom and learning from her became a bonding experience for us. We spent countless hours on the golf course, sharing laughter, stories, and, of course, the occasional friendly competition. I felt a deep connection to the sport, not only because of the time spent with my mom but also because it allowed me to embrace my left-handedness.

I chose to golf purely for the joy of the game, without any pressure to join formal clubs or competitions. Golf was my escape, a way to unwind and enjoy the outdoors. I relished the feeling of the cool breeze on the greens and the sound of the ball dropping into the cup.

However, my journey with golf hit an unexpected pause when I had to stop at the age of 12. Life's demands and other commitments took precedence, and I reluctantly set my clubs aside. It was a difficult decision, and I missed the serene greens and the camaraderie that golf had offered.

Golf has been more than just a sport; it's a small part of my identity and a cherished connection to my mom. Although I had to pause my golfing journey at a young age, the memories and the love for the game have remained with me, serving as a reminder that one day, I'll pick up those left-handed clubs again and continue the journey I started as a 9-year-old with a dream.

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Jangan Tatap Wajahku

“Besok, kamu kemana?” kira-kira begitu pertanyaan saya setiap kali selesai kencan dengannya.

Saya bertemu dia saat selesai acara teater sekolah, awalnya biasa saja sampai kemudian saya mendapat bocoran informasi bahwa dia mengagumi saya. “Ah, yang bener?” ucap saya kaget seusai mendengar hal tersebut. Saya pun mulai menanggapi pesan masuk darinya lewat DM Instagram, tidak lama kami pindah ke WhatsApp. Percakapan kami basa-basi saja, sampai akhirnya saya mengajak dia untuk bertemu berdua.

— First Date

Selayaknya orang Jogja, pergi ke Alun-Alun Kidul adalah hiburan yang cocok saat malam hari. Kami melukis Spongebob di tengah senyap-senyap kegelapan alkid. Ditemani dengan sekotak rokok miliknya dan sebuah kamera digital saya, membuat malam kami syahdu.

Setelah selesai melukis, saya berinisiatif untuk mengajaknya dinner dan deeptalk di Amplaz.

“Kamu suka aku?” tanya saya yang langsung mencercanya

“Hah? Tau darimana?” jawabnya bingung

Lalu saya melanjutkan dengan tertawa kecil, dan sedikit memaksa nya untuk menjawab pertanyaan saya. Kira-kira 5 menit, dia menjawab “Iya”. Setelah itu, kami berdua tidak menatap wajah satu sama lain, mungkin karena kesemsem dan malu. “Terus, kamu maunya gimana?” saya menanggapi jawaban nya, hanya ingin tahu saja apakah dia berani mengajak berpacaran. Kali ini dia mengambil waktu yang lebih banyak untuk menjawab, kira-kira sekitar 10 menit dia baru berkata “Kamu mau gak jadi pacarku?” Saya yang sudah siap dengan jawaban, langsung saya katakan “Oke!” sambil mengajaknya berjabat tangan.

Setelah malam itu, kami berdua masih canggung, kencan-kencan berikutnya juga tetap canggung. Dia mempunyai kebiasaan menatap wajah saya, saya tidak pernah bisa menahan senyum dan kesalahan tingkah saya setiap kali dia melakukan itu.

“Ih kamu gausah liatin aku” selalu terucap dari mulut saya

“Haha kenapasih”

“Malu tau, aku baperan”

“Kan kamu pacarku” jawabnya yang tambah membuat saya salting.

Sekarang kami sudah bertahan selama 7 bulan, mungkin sebagian orang beranggapan hubungan ini belum ada apa-apa nya dibanding yang sudah bertahun-tahun. Namun bagi saya, selama 7 bulan ini banyak sekali kesenangan dan kesedihannya. Segala macam kencan sudah pernah kami coba, mulai dari berangkat gigs berdua, muncak gunung, nightride gak jelas yang hanya habisin bensin, nongkrong sampai subuh, mengurus hewan di ponsel (seperti tamagotchi) yang ending nya tidak kami urus lagi, stagediving dan sing-along sambil teriak-teriak, vandalisme di ujung-ujung kota dan masih banyak hal seru lain nya yang saya lalui bersamanya. Singkatnya begitu, saat saya masih berada di Jogja, hampir setiap hari kami jalan berdua. Quality time, katanya hahaha.. maklum, karena saya akan pindah ke Jepang untuk melanjutkan studi.

Tetapi sampai saat ini, saya masih belum bisa tidak salah tingkah di depan nya ketika dia menatap wajah saya.

“Kita udah pacaran lumayan lama loh” ujarnya begitu agar saya tidak menutupi wajah dengan tangan

“Iya tapi masih malu aja kalo diliatin” sambil menunduk tersipu malu

“Kamu lucu” ucapnya dengan nada pelan dan suara yang lirih

“Apa?” kata-kata spontan yang kadang keluar dari mulut saya, walaupun sebenarnya saya mendengar

“Gapapa..” jawab dia sambil tersenyum

Halo, kamu. Aku yakin dengan sangat kamu pasti akan membaca tulisanku ini suatu hari nanti, entah pada tahun berapa kamu menemukan arsipan menggelikan ini. Aku harap kita bertahan lama, dan jikalau semesta punya rencana yang lain dari kehendak kita, aku akan selalu mendoakan yang terbaik untukmu. Aku tidak pernah menyesal pernah bertemu denganmu. Aku mau kita secepatnya bisa bertemu lagi. Aku cinta kamu, sehat selalu di perjalanan, semoga panjang umur! (ada Banda Neira yang masih jadi destinasi impian kita)

[rebelrhythms]

Nak, Dulu Mama Begini

Saat itu, saya masih kelas tiga SMA dan penuh semangat untuk mengeksplorasi dunia yang belum saya ketahui. Pada suatu hari, saya memutuskan untuk mencoba menjadi anak punk jalanan. Keputusan itu muncul dari rasa ingin tahu terhadap kehidupan alternatif di luar norma sosial yang ada.

Langkah pertama saya adalah mengubah penampilan. Rambut saya yang sebelumnya rapi dan teratur digantikan dengan potongan rambut (tidak biasanya). Saya juga mengenakan pakaian yang mencolok, dengan jaket kulit, kaos berlubang, dan sepatu boot. Penampilan luar saya mencerminkan perlawanan terhadap norma-norma konvensional.

Bergabung dengan komunitas anak punk jalanan, saya merasakan persaudaraan yang kuat. Kami adalah orang-orang dari berbagai latar belakang, yang bersatu dalam keinginan untuk hidup bebas dari norma dan eksplorasi seni jalanan. Kami sering berkumpul di tempat-tempat terpencil, berbicara tentang musik punk, seni graffiti, dan persoalan sosial yang kami anggap penting.

Namun, hidup sebagai anak punk jalanan juga memiliki tantangan besar. Kehidupan tanpa aturan dan tanggung jawab dapat membawa dampak negatif pada kesehatan fisik dan mental. Terkadang, kami harus menghadapi tekanan dari masyarakat yang tidak memahami pilihan hidup kami.

Selama beberapa hari menjadi anak punk jalanan, saya merasakan perubahan dalam diri saya. Saya belajar tentang persaudaraan, kreativitas, dan kebebasan berekspresi. Namun, saya juga menyadari pentingnya memiliki tujuan hidup yang jelas dan tanggung jawab terhadap diri sendiri.

Dengan waktu, saya memutuskan untuk meninggalkan gaya hidup ini dan kembali ke jalur yang semestinya. Pengalaman menjadi anak punk jalanan telah memberi saya wawasan yang berharga tentang berani berbeda, tetapi juga mengajarkan saya pentingnya menjaga keseimbangan dalam hidup.

Pengalaman ini akan selalu menjadi bagian dari perjalanan hidup saya, mengingatkan saya bahwa kita semua memiliki kebebasan untuk memilih jalur yang sesuai dengan nilai-nilai dan impian kita.

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Memories of Love, Lost and Found

In the midst of the concert's vibrant glow,

A woman in turmoil, lost in the undertow

Her heart aches with memories bittersweet,

Of moments shared, a love now incomplete.

In the crowd, she stands, lost in a daze,

Recalling their laughter, their tender gaze,

But he's moved on, with another by his side,

Leaving her in shadows, her love denied.

The music plays on, a poignant melody,

Echoing the love that used to be,

She wonders if he thinks of her at all,

As she watches he mosh, his spirit enthralled.

Yet in her heart, a glimmer of hope does reside,

That someday, their paths may once again coincide,

For love, like music, can be unpredictable and grand,

In the symphony of life, where hearts understand.

Tegal, Sept 6 2023

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Memori Euforia, Semangat Membara

Saat saya berada di SMA, salah satu momen yang paling dinantikan oleh seluruh sekolah adalah turnamen bola basket DBL (Dunia Basketball League) yang diadakan setiap tahun. Pada tahun 2022, DBL menjadi sorotan utama kami, dan itu adalah salah satu pengalaman terbaik selama masa saya sekolah.

DBL 2022 adalah turnamen basket antar-SMA yang diikuti oleh banyak sekolah di wilayah kami. Saya ingat bagaimana persiapan untuk acara ini dimulai jauh sebelumnya. Setiap sekolah berlatih dengan tekun dan membangun tim terbaik mereka untuk berkompetisi. Semua orang, baik siswa, guru, maupun staf sekolah, berpartisipasi dalam semangat dan persiapan DBL.

Pada hari pertandingan pertama, suasana di sekolah kami sangat menggembirakan. Para siswa datang ke sekolah dengan seragam tim dan atribut mereka. Kehidupan sekolah hampir berhenti sejenak karena semua perhatian tertuju pada turnamen basket ini. Kami merasa seperti mendukung tim olahraga profesional kami sendiri.

Setiap pertandingan di DBL 2022 disambut dengan sorak-sorai yang luar biasa. Kami mendukung tim kami dengan penuh semangat, meskipun tidak semua pertandingan berakhir dengan kemenangan bagi kami. Yang penting adalah semangat kompetisi dan dukungan yang kami berikan satu sama lain.

Salah satu momen yang paling epik adalah ketika sekolah kami mencapai babak semifinal. Semua orang di sekolah merasa bangga dan bersatu demi mendukung tim kami. Pertandingan tersebut adalah salah satu pertandingan terbaik yang pernah saya saksikan. Suasana di dalam stadion sangat intens, dan ketegangan semakin memuncak seiring berjalannya waktu.

Meskipun pada akhirnya tim sekolah kami tidak berhasil meraih gelar juara, pengalaman yang kami dapatkan selama ini jauh lebih berharga dari sekadar trofi. Kami belajar tentang kerja tim, semangat persaingan yang sehat, dan dukungan yang dapat membuat perbedaan besar dalam hidup seseorang.

Selain itu, DBL 2022 juga memberi kami kesempatan untuk berinteraksi dengan siswa dari sekolah lain, membangun persahabatan, dan berbagi semangat olahraga bersama. Kami merasakan bagaimana olahraga bisa menghubungkan orang dari berbagai latar belakang.

Setelah DBL berakhir, kenangan tersebut tetap hidup dalam ingatan kami. Kami terus berlatih dan berkompetisi dalam berbagai olahraga, dan semangat yang kami dapatkan dari turnamen tersebut mendorong kami untuk menjadi lebih baik dalam setiap aspek kehidupan kami.

DBL 2022 bukan hanya tentang bola basket, tetapi juga tentang semangat, persahabatan, dan kenangan yang akan kami simpan seumur hidup. Itu adalah pengalaman yang mendefinisikan masa SMA kami dan akan selalu menjadi salah satu momen terindah yang kami ingat selama bertahun-tahun mendatang.

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Stumbling Blocks and Stepping Stones

I'd want to share a deeply personal story about my dislocated knee experience, which happened in a rather unexpected place - my schoolyard.

It all began on a regular school day. The bell had just rung, and I was in the schoolyard with my friends, like any other day. The sun was shining, and we were enjoying our break, oblivious to the twist of fate awaiting me. As I ran around with my friends, a momentary lapse of attention caused me to slip on a patch of loose gravel near a cluster of rocks. In an instant, I felt a searing pain shoot through my leg as I tumbled to the ground. Panic surged as I realized that my knee had dislocated. My friends rushed to my side, their worried faces mirroring my own fear and pain. I couldn't move, and getting back inside the school class became an agonizing ordeal.

The following weeks were a blur of doctor's appointments and painful physical therapy sessions. Simple tasks became monumental challenges, and the fear of never regaining my mobility weighed heavily on me. But in that adversity, I discovered a well of strength I never knew I had. School, once a place of carefree fun, became a place of resilience. I persevered through grueling physical therapy, determined to regain the use of my knee. The support of my teachers, classmates, friends, and family became my lifeline, providing encouragement and motivation.

Months turned into a year, and I slowly but surely made progress. Each small step forward felt like a triumph, a testament to my resilience. I learned the value of patience and the power of the human spirit to overcome adversity. Through this journey, I gained a new perspective on life. I realized the importance of cherishing every moment, for life can change in an instant, even in the most familiar places. The schoolyard slip became a symbol of my strength and determination, a reminder that resilience can emerge from the most unexpected situations.

Today, I stand tall, my knee strong once more. The scars and memories of that fateful schoolyard day serve as a reminder of my inner fortitude. I continue to explore the world, not with reckless abandon, but with a profound appreciation for the gift of mobility and the resilience of the human body. My story is a testament to the indomitable spirit that resides within each of us, a reminder that even in the face of adversity, we can find the strength to conquer our challenges and emerge stronger than ever before.

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The Love That Binds

In the heart of a home, so warm and bright,

Lies the love that makes everything feel right.

It's the laughter shared 'round the dinner table,

The bonds of family that are truly stable.

Through every storm, and sunny day,

A loving family finds its way.

With open arms and hearts so wide,

In their embrace, we find our guide.

Siblings' banter, parents' care,

A love that's real, beyond compare.

Through highs and lows, thick and thin,

A loving family, a cherished kin.

They celebrate our joys and wipe our tears,

Support our dreams, calm our fears.

In their presence, we find our peace,

A love that never seems to cease.

With each passing year, the love grows strong,

In their company, we all belong.

A loving family, a precious treasure,

A bond that's beyond any measure.

Tegal, Sept 26 2023

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High School Echoes

In the halls of high school, memories reside,

A tapestry of moments, on life's thrilling ride.

With lockers and textbooks, and friendships so grand,

Where dreams soared, where we took our stand.

Classes and teachers, lessons of the mind,

In pursuit of knowledge, our futures intertwined.

From math's complex puzzles to history's grand design,

Where we learned, our intellects would shine.

The lunchtime chatter and cafeteria's buzz,

With friends at our side, there was no need to fuss.

Shared laughter and secrets, hearts open wide,

Where bonds formed, forever side by side.

Sports fields and pep rallies, where spirit took flight,

In jerseys and cheers, under stadium's bright light.

We learned teamwork's value, in victories and defeat,

Where we competed, our passions complete.

Prom nights and dances, under twinkling lights,

In elegant attire, we danced through the nights.

With music and laughter, love's first sweet glance,

Where we fell, in a youthful romance.

As we walked through those doors on graduation day,

With diplomas in hand, we were ready to sway.

Where we grew, where we dared to dream,

Into the world we ventured, as a united team.

Though years have passed since those high school times,

The memories linger, like sweet-sounding chimes.

Where we blossomed, where we found our way,

Forever in our hearts, your spirit will stay.

Yogyakarta, May 17 2023

Thank you, Stella Duce 1 Yogyakarta Senior HS, and best gratitude for Srikandi Stece 2023, I will always hold you close to my heart.