Clarification the beauty of twilight in poetry.

Behind the twilight, there is a sadness that always hopes to be bright when night comes without myth or moon.
Dusk is getting older, in your eyes; love perpetuate the jingganya, do not cry, gray your face; I do not want to enjoy it.
In the corner of the universe, the blue sky is crowned with an orange twilight.
Riding on the rain is held by shivering. Like the desire to call.

when dusk comes i'm looking ,,,
paint your face with orange bias bias ,,
sense of the inscribed soul ,,,
make the sky as kamfasnya ,,
wind blowing with greedy body ,,
motion wobbling motion moves full of curiosity ,,
birds birds chirping in tears ,,

but unfortunately I do not understand sign language ,,
I just look and keep looking ,,
your facial expression that I painted beautifully in the twilight there ,,
which makes me always remember you ,,
as if time can not erase you in my mind ,,

but really love you do not know this happened ,,
beautiful feeling haunts the soul within,
the hidden old shackles feel unbreakable ,,
made me dragged by a hidden current,

disa'at heart began to dare to bring this feeling ,,
fear comes to pervade the soul ,,
making these feelings buried nervously nowadays ,,
who was imprisoned in a vortex of souls.

Hope you like my entry for this happiest night.

Author: @edinhazard

Category: clarification the beauty of twilight in poetry.

I apologize for the mistakes in writing and translation.

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Date: 5 / June / 2018

thanks.