Longing Street

A sheet of leave wave..
Touch the skin of chick just damp
Drop of dew was meaning the morn
Drip a sweet come a wound

Alone.. in quiet
Comfort my self without voice
This longing was grasped..
Alike heart is put into the stocks, Cruel !

Hasil karya tulis NindaUlwiyatunnajah, santri kelas 5 MA TMI. (WARDAN/Rabiah Adawiyah)