That girl
She usually wears black skirt
Walk like an antelope
a ring on her foot’s ringfinger
Sometimes we meet without tones
Silent, contrast to my heart
My heart feels like screaming
But it still dumb
Once I try to accosted her
She never spoke a word
She only smiled
And passed by
Pasar Minggu, May 19th, 2009

Hm… peace…
sweet