this is the morning that my friends and I fell asleep under a tree when sometimes the eyes open at midnight and the star was plastered.
this is the morning that night me and my friends fell asleep near a small campfire to heat water and body.
this is the morning that my friends and I fell asleep on the foliage ground, a rating of only one glove that I should have used for a blanket.
this is the morning that night me and my friend should be forced to hug the body themselves without a cloth covering the cold night wind in the wilderness.
this is the morning yqng night I fell asleep in the accompaniment of singing small animals in the middle of the forest.
this is the morning of a million stories in the night that can not be explained by when the letters.
this is the morning of the hundreds, thousands, millions of mixed feelings in the silence of the clean natural atmosphere crossed the mind and heart.
this is the morning that I saw one of the unspoiled nature "maksiat" labeled "tourist attractions" that I do not know until when the keasriannya awake.
this is the morning that I am grateful to see, hear, feel, feel the deep peace.
Thank you, dear Allah
You give this body a chance to try to feel the coldness of the water that you are aliri with your grace
Thank you, dear Allah
You give this eye, this feelings to feel your creation.
