I am beginning for feeling another <br />When they often looking their face <br />on the mirror <br />of our yunior high class room both of us <br />are wonder of themselfes <br /> <br />Like picture of themselfes <br />they ask to themselfes <br />how beatiful and handsome <br />but we wonder to from any changes <br />from time to time <br />untill we are going home <br /> <br />When we are walking together <br />or riding our bycyle <br />on the long road of going home <br />the windblow to the leaf of 'asem' tree <br />on the verge of the streets side <br />full of song and joy <br />forget incensed to our algebra master <br /> <br />we pass through the sugar fields <br />the wind blowing on her black hair <br />and gesturing on the sugarcoat<br /><br />Prasetya Utama<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mirror-10/
