The expanse of the night blanket that skins my soul is always tempting the sense of continuity that does not stop flowing like the dew that wet the green gras.
my soul did not budge the night that hatches deserted will miss the walking, my soul will always look for the beautiful mist.
which along my mountain JIWI floated on the virtual homepage in the dim light looking in the coolness of the word, guessing in the beautiful meaning
what was written about what felt, on a veil covered with fog
not wanting to be exposed to an ambush, on a glass of fallen honey.
my soul is still leaning on the cloud that I stand on
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The cloud I can not hold back my soul that still want to ask the moon who just sat pensive in his empty mind, my soul is veiled on the aura that spell the word written on the lost sand lost waves, my soul can only pass in the mind windowless, dwelling on empty numbers. A cold night
Only loneliness accompanies me
Only the sound of silence I heard
Which is in a gentle broom by the night wind
In this dark sky
I see the moonlight
Which floats gracefully
Adorn the beautiful sky
In the sky too
I see many stars
That flickers beautifully
Enliven his dark night
The star shines
Up to the surface
Looks beautiful
At the end of the road
Seconds the animals of the night
I always hear
Occasionally interspersed with rustling leaves
That drove me home I'm silent for a while, do not know what to do and what I should think and still still continue to dominate the situation, even the time has passed I have not noticed ...