The Golden Hour Has Been Gone

Twilight !!
I'm standing here waiting for you, With the hope that I want to reach With the night that will welcome.

Twilight is a natural beauty that can be enjoyed for free by everyone. Twilight is the weather every crying heart will call to it. Twilight or evening twilight is the barrier between day and night, Dusk begins with the sun starting to sink on the western horizon. And this moment is often the most beautiful panorama and only for a moment. Many people try to get the twilight, but he comes to say he misses and shoots me in a picture that will destroy the world and everything in it. No ! I'm not a twilight hunter, it's just that time makes us always face to face in an impressive state. I'm always fascinated by it in a golden clock that crosses a shady tree swinging with a fair wind.

He always surprises me with his arrival, coming without telling me and leaving without saying excuse me. He and I seemed to be in a book written to refer to the longings that yearned for the shoulder. I'm not a good writer to say longing is mine, but I am a writer who comes to a realm and scribbles ink on a piece of paper. Missing is not so, but I unite nature with my pen and paper and a writing that sometimes I myself don't understand why it has to be written in words that are never certain.

I've tried telling twilight to leave and not to come back, but he wants to always come to make every smiling face in life. I, who am I to say go to him while he comes with a willing heart and always in the wait by every heart. I'm not a poet who makes a fortune in a word, but I am a Desire that everyone says is written on my dirty paper.

My gun is now in front. I want to say hope but not sure what my wishes are in a word of every written stanza. Ahh, never mind I no longer want to write hopes that never come for me. Let everyone know that I am a madman who pours his words on a paper with colorless ink.

Let this golden hour pass and the sadness that is in my chest goes away With love never gives a definite answer. I am not an animal that has to bark at dusk, I am also not a dusk hunter who always ignores hope in a sense, I am a person who becomes like an animal when my heart is sliced by a sharp knife.

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