Am I
I become a strange person, No one comprehends my state, I chant and i alone listen to myself, No one understand my language, My language is the language of birds, My homeland is the country of the beloved, I am a nightingale: my beloved is my rose, To be sure,the color of my rose never fades. ~rumi~
alaalaaalaaa..shian adik akak nih..tak per..sabar eyh,blaja sungguh2..dah last paper pun..standard lar rs gitu...anyway, gudluck taw!
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