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| Sabang's City Park - zethrasyam photograph |
the hate all around them,
because when the dusk come,
the bench feels lonely.
why can't I become your friend?
ask the dusk.
uhm can you sit on me?
can you laugh? embrace me?
and spread the love & joy around?
said the bench.
I present you the moon.. beautiful moon!
how about that?
can the moon do that?
nooh, the moon still up there give us light & beauty to the night.
I no need a light, my friend the lamp did it.
though he skipped sometimes.
so, we really can't be friend, are we?
sorry, I just can't..
I knew that tomorow morning I will have a lot of friends to cheers me up,
but everytime you came,
they'll be gone.
and I'm gonna be lonely.
why don't you blame the night?
I'd here just temporary.
you're the one who presenting the night..
..and I just need someone to blame.
