Versi Bahasa Indonesia di sini
The sun left
bringing tears of
the snowflakes
pouring down
in the street of my apartment
I miss the sun
in the morning.
I flirt with its shy wink
during the day.
I despise its exit
in the afternoon.
Because its
rare existence
gives birth to the smile
on my shivering lips.
And my optimism
almost vaporized
engulfed by the freeze
melts to
a new hope
that today is
less colder that yesterday
and today's work
will not be halted
trampled by weary
waiting for the sun.
