A ripe twilight
always waiting for the presence of violet
though shortly thereafter
but always able to delete
miss in the chest pits
Dusk is always waiting
from evening till dawn arrives in earth's lids
lying in the quiet until the end of time
breaking at dusk,
twilight cheered
full of smiles he developed a range of horizons
to welcome the orange.
Suddenly....
dusk looking at the weeds of the weeds
which is near the rice fields
the tip is higher than the other
wriggling to break down at the foot of the horizon.
Dusk froze,
smile for a moment on orange
then whispered inaudible ...
While the weeds are always faithful to themselves
staring at the dusky night sky
erotic twist
though in quiet ...
I do not know what he'll do
Falling right on the edge of an orange sheen
kissed
touching
give color
with dusk permijin
since it dusk gives space on the tip of the reeds
to paint on the horizon
either whatever he wants on his strand
it might be about a wait
or loyalty in solitude.
Although no dialogue
twilight and weeds understand
they complement each other.
Yaa ,,
complements about lonely meaning
Then,
smile of reeds broke
as beautiful as the perfect twilight skyline
before transforming sua with a lover.
then...
"who's the lover Ilalang?"
"I have no idea....",
think twilight before saying goodbye.
Ilalang,
In silence
not just an instant he looked
and far away from the wind rush that often caressed the ends.
He said at dusk almost inaudible,
"I'm waiting for orange orange
hoisted my helmet between broad horizons
and now he understands
without my ilk getting taller yellow ".
