Sixteenth--June, 2015.
We got our name high into the skies
Flying, soaring and very willing of expanding our wings.
Thus they made the clouds flapping like butterflies-
And the shiny sun smiling unknowingly bright.
While the blue sky keep it so it won't let go--
Let me tell you one thing.
Don't let us be drowned with such misery.
A misery that blindfolding our eyes.
'Cause now is not tomorrow.
And tomorrow is not yesterday.
Let us learn from today; not only yesterday.
And let us dream from yesterday; started it today then make it glows tomorrow.
Let it live; but don't let the masked misery drowning us far further--
Because today is not this hour.
It is about a day which went fast unknowingly.
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