Twilight blushed so serenely in her fun playing with colors in the sky, which began to turn red and then turn golden.
That evening I sat alone with him staring at the reddened clouds, actually there is something I want to say to my woman who is beside me but I can't I'm afraid to hurt her.
In the silent twilight
You are here to carry longing
Staring at my shadow
And whisper about tomorrow.
He once loved the direction of following the shadow of the twilight, he never felt wrong
He once stood tall against the dazzling light
only because that day he cast the wrong spell.
twilight is no longer empty, beautiful leaps, the horizon is reddened
the warmth of the sun that is about to leave the back of the earth
and the sadness that slowly disappears into the secret of the night
and the mystery of a poem.
If you are dusk I am Arunika
a couple who don't meet
in the same sky.
Twilight is not always together but
always present and stay like your smile in the end of the year poetry
miss looking for pieces of hope
which escapes the eyes of the poetic man.
