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..
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