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Kenapa Manusia Mengeluarkan Air Mata?

Teman-teman, pasti kita semua pernah menangis kan? Bahkan, saat baru pertama kali dilhirkan. Nah, kalian pernah bertanya-tanya tidak, kenapa manusia menangis?
Ketika terlalu gembira, terharu, ataupun sedih, manusia ada kalanya merasa tidak tahan dengan kondisinya sehingga menangis. Ketika menangis, manusia mengeluarkan air mata dari celah-celah matanya.
Sebenarnya apa saja sih yang menyebabkan seseorang bisamenangis? Kenapa saat orang merasa sangat sedih mengeluarkan air mata? Bukan mengeluarkan ingus saja? Dan kenapa harus air mata?
Sebenarnya di atas sudut luar mata kita, tepat di bawah alis, ada kelenjar/akrimal atau lebih dikenal dengan kelenjar air mata.

Air mata membasahi mata agar tetap bersih dan jernih.Air mata muncul lewat jalan keluar yang ada di sudut luar mata kita. Setiap kali kita berkedip, kelopak mata akan menyebarkan air mata di mata kita. Kemudian air mata mengalir lewat lubang di sudut dalam mata melewati saluran lain dan menuju ke bidang di belakang hidung kita, dima…

On the Edge of Twilight

I sit here
on the edge of twilight warming
Enjoy dancing breeze
between lily flowers that are singing

As for as the eye can see
towering montain
in the sky with garden light eye
in the twilight dim

Now, sun has closed curtains
ornate moon shining
wich is always inhabited the stars
invites bats on the prowl hunting

A poem by me.
Jonggol, 2015.

NB : Maaf kalau Bahasa Inggrisnya masih berantakan. :D

A Gift for Anya

"Grandma, today is my birthday!" said Anya went her Grandmother.

Grandma who was knitting, turned to her only grandchild. But, grandma nodded and continued her work.

Anya scowled. Soon she headed home phone. The little girl want to call her Mommy and Daddy.

"Mom, it's my birthday! So, the party..."

"Sorry, Sweety. Call me later. There was a meeting." Mom interrupted. Anya immadiately called her father.

"When the party was held, Daddy? Can you go home?" asked Anya.

"Uhm... sorry, Pretty. I can't come home. There is a job out of town," said Dad.

Anya angry. She hung up, then ran into the bedroom. The little girl was cry, as all did not care about her special day.

Sudenly, Grandma came and sat next to Anya.

"Why are you crying, Honey?" asked Grandma, storking her curls hair.

"All of you don't love me!" asked Anya.

"Who said? Look this! Grandma made a beautiful shirt knitted special for you. Happy birt…