The lonely kids plays near the fountain,
They love the view of the farm,
But cries when afraid of the heavy rain,
And need to be hold in warm arms.
They looked at the moth that fly,
Hoping for great future in vision,
Wishing father and mother comes by,
Getting them together to the mansion.
(C) Nurul Farhana. 2011. All Right Reserve.
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