Tuesday, August 9, 2011

with the wind of north

an east coast beach,
an island of western's breech,

seeing the kids stomping on the ground,
love, she love and they loved.

and they will come back and woke up from the land that they had not to realised that they was a part of it.

bangkit dari mati, pasti, mati hidup kembali.

yang benar,
pasir pantai.

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