The Truth of Doing Laundry
The smell of 'Kao Attack' The warmth of the newly-awaken sun The soft breeze from nowhere The sound of the engines outside the hostel Such a typical scene To do morning laundry. As I hung each cloth on the line I turned the inner side Just like discovering the truth among the garments I found my way inside Through the pile of damp clothes It is wet, unsorted, overlapping each other Just like what happened yesterday. When the sun show himself fully When the wind blows strongly And the laundry has dried Just like that As time goes by The task will be completed by himself So do what happened yesterday It'll settled somehow..