Bandung

Misty lights cover the plains,
up on the valley scretching lots of human made buildings,
while tiny lives run accros the wave of time,
like busy bees buzzing around the flower,
searching for sweetness of its jelly of honey,
yet this sea of people seems just runaway mindlesly,
many puppet dolls playing a happy-sad drama,
do they aware of theirselves?
the beauty of breath which they created,
gushing along the mountains scorching its path,
through lowland called "bandung",
such an exotic view to miss...