In a rainy night.
I saw him with the tail of my eye.
Sitting on the bench.
He was clad in a brown leather jacket and wearing his minus glasses.
His hair had grown longer.
I do not say hello...
I do not say hello...
Because I thought He did not see me.
He never see me.
He never see me.
Now I'm here
In tears...
Longing...
Lumajang, in the night to Eid El Fitr
September 9, 2010
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| our eyes become blurred, hard to see each other |
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