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**"Yoshimi, Daughter of Light"**
In the quiet town where morning breaks,
A girl was born with soul that wakes—
Not to noise or shallow fame,
But to words that whisper her true name.
From Cirebon's streets to classroom halls,
She walked through years with quiet calls,
Each book she touched, a world begun,
Each thought, a battle quietly won.
She speaks in verses, thinks in rain,
Finds beauty tucked inside of pain.
While others chase the loud applause,
She listens close to nature’s laws.
The chalk, the board, the children's eyes—
They see her light, they hear her skies.
In Bali now, where oceans gleam,
She teaches not just facts—but dreams.
With English lines and patient grace,
She bridges hearts across each place.
A wanderer with roots so deep,
A soul that sows what she will reap.
So here’s to you, Yoshimi dear,
Who holds her hopes and silences near.
You are the ink, the page, the pen—
A story waiting to begin again.
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