Sore yang basah
Matahari November mengintip hangat
Gurat cakrawala nampak;
di ufuk barat
Dia tak pernah tahu
aku memimpikan siapa
Dia tetap tersenyum
dan tertawa polos
Coming between two caramel macchiatos, who's the latte? Me? You? He's not mine He's not yours, yet @murdhasiwi