Bugs have always loved the Light.
Longing the warmth of the morning in the night,
which eventually died by warmth the warmth itself.
like me who were deceived by the fake light of the lamp of your life.
bugs have always loved the light.
missed the glare that he might not encounter in his life that only a day long.
Like I miss all the absence of your existence I'd created.
But.
in fact the light had never missed the bugs
because it was present in the routine, without love.
the bugs missunderstood
again like me,
you only present in the routine, not for me, just for you yourself.
pas kelas 3 SMA, pelajaran kimia.
Ali Fahmi Bach
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