Fadliatul Umainiya, E1D116022

The dusk hangs up on your face

Frozen feeling your passion
Like the light of the lamps loveliest
Warmer than the shine

Color scrapes on the cosmic arise

Jealous seagull must go home
Dusk, you are very placate
As peaceful as the nature that welcomes

My heart smiles looking at you

Provide the original intensity
My soul whispered, it so true
Revisit yesterday’s fragile vitality

Dusk.. rusting in memory

Draped in celestial jewels
The smell that you carry
Still sizzling in my eyes

Like a gray storm coming in

Attendance obstruct your entrance
Your light is further eroding
Leaving behind shadows and zest

Hi dusk, do we have a problem?

Why do you make me tired?
You are cold no longer warm
So that I feel disconcerted

Suddenly my little fingers guided me

advise me where I’m supposed to go
The answer to the prayers I need
That we share longing oh,,,

You; the dusk never has a problem

It’s just that she needs to deserted
To improve her beauty and charm
To not merely admire but appreciate