Enjoying the twilight while remembering the portrait of his face, really missing those who were far away there was torturing me. wondering what he was doing there, who he was with now. feels excruciating when the mind is filled with bad assumptions.
I have left longing for the twilight sky as dark as the eye
Look at the red orange blushing
Until the warm longing penetrates into the soul
Like dark and light meet at dusk.
Twilight had been there, because a rainstorm came, twilight was afraid and hid behind the screen. Unfortunately, the screen is black until the sun is contaminated, which was originally orange, has now turned jet black.
Twilight today, kidding.
Joking fun with the blue sky, telling stories about feelings that have been there, complaining about the rain that has always attacked him for the past few days. About the night that always comes with its back, until the twilight is invisible and slowly disappears.
Twilight is strong even though her presence is never considered, but her will is very strong, today she is not appreciated, the next day she still returns to illuminate the afternoon that is about to leave. Because for the evening twilight is a true friend.
So many stories are painted at dusk, but can't be said
So many feelings & hopes that I leave at dusk, let only Him know.
