It's not about love anymore
but it's about dusk late in the evening
love no longer gives beauty but dusk gives a dazzling color
no more about you scratch the pen
But about violet orange free with my world scratch the twilight I so love
I no longer awaits you but I always look for the twilight with the orange rainbow coolness I get back the twilight in the hug my afternoon - my poetry in the afternoon
With me
