Hey Port Dickson, we've met again last Thursday. Now I've already miss the sounds of your wave when it almost hit the shore and the smells of you. I miss the coldness and breeze of the morning. I miss the scorching sun and the chill of the sea.
I miss to stand in front of the balcony and look blankly through the sea.
When will I meet you again ?
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