Sleeplessness
When the sun was stabbed by the blades of the grass,
I became a twig; a fragile twig.
A weary night bird leaned its fatigue on it,
The bird flapped
The twig cracked
The twig blamed the night
When the sun was distant from the touch of the horizon,
I became a flower; a wind flower
A hungry bee came to it
Bee perched,
Flower fell
The flower blamed the wind
Lust, love and us
Lust burns our soul
Love is more than just a word
We forget who we are
Why are we?
Lust is out
Love becomes a word
We remember who we are
What are we?
By; Willpower
teman jangan lupa yah masukin link gunadarma. Sekarang kan sudah mulai softskill ni, sebagai salah satu mahasiswa gunadarma ayo donk masukin link gunadarmanya.
BalasHapusdi cek ya studentsitenya ada pengumumannya lho... :)
www.studentsite.gunadarma.ac.id