Dinda, aku menyeret gerobag rindu yang kau ikat dileherku, Aku mengunyah senja dan menelan malam sebelum menutup pintu merindukanmu seluruh. Pada pagi aku bersenyawa dengan bianglala dimana engkau menjadi cakrawala.
Welcome to my little world, it is a world within a world, within my dream, within my drawing and painting. An artist is an artist, wether you were born like that or like this. Art is to make or not to make.
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