i never know what the colour of the sky actually is .
when i starring upstair ,,
sometimes i see blue..
sometimes i see white..
sometimes i see grey..
or the other time i see combination between white and blue..
or white and grey...
sometimes the cloud shape something..
sometimes they are just everywhere..
diffuse and the line are poor identified..
just like all of those memories...
the pieces are spreading along my time..
reccurently flash my mind...
with any colour in it.
dubia ad malam.
bad prognosis.
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3 comments:
Stunning, even from very the beginning, keep writing Na
Huahaha...."dubia ad malam"...apalg itu mbok? Istilah Dr. gigi itu ya? Wah, title lo makin lama makin gua bingung..........
@ obe : makasih obe :)
@ merl : itu artinya prognosis buruk mbok.... hihihihihihi...
:P
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