WHEN NIGHT COME 

When night comes I always wait for the night moon and the breeze,
Because through the moonlight he always leaves flowers for me and through the breeze he always leaves beautiful lullabies.

When the morning comes,
I always wait for the warm morning sun.
Because through the light again, he leaves a good morning greeting in a beautiful flower or in a poem.
I whispered to the wind.
-O wind, tell him my friendship and my holy love is as high as the sky
as wide as the horizon-
Then . . . The wind whispered
-Wait . . . I’ll pick him up for you – –
Never, O wind.
You’ll never find it.
– Why?, your sense of friendship and the light of your love is as high as the sky as wide as the horizon.

– Finally I told the wind that for me he was not in the real world, he was in the virtual world.
-Help me, O wind, erase my memory of him. Because always the shadow that is created to cover my face is his shadow.

 BIODATA

My name is Yatti Sadeli from Indonesia.

I started my career as a fiction and poetry writer in 1993.

Written works: 15 novels, 42 novelettes, 25 short stories, 50 poems.

Published in various mass media. Published as a novel, collection of novelettes, collection of short stories.

Won several writing competitions.