Son, did you notice where butterflies fly,
when sun already set?
After you managed to savor their beauty all day long.
They're gone at once.
Made an escape,
as bark. as stone. as leaf. and nigritude.
They need to rest without any complaint.
As nights are vicious, Son.
2.1.2011
Hatiku juga pernah retak, orang beriman.
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