"SMKAA—A gentle breeze carries a message, Raindrops fall slowly. Under the canopy of an old shop, we take shelter, Hoping the storm won't come crashing down. Leaves fall as dusk creeps in, The cold seeps in, my thoughts feel heavy. I want to go home, I whisper with a trembling voice, Tears held back, almost breaking from the cold that strikes. Slowly, the street lights begin to"
Sahabat MKAA
18 November 2025
