Aryana Hanna

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HANA SI VILLAGE GIRL

I looked at the colorful stars in the sky so beautiful and dim, felt the wind caress my skin that only wore short-sleeved clothes limited to armpits and long shorts. " Oh my god, can this poor me walk straight? look at the beautiful colors of the world that you created god "

the sound of crickets accompanied me on this silent night, the sound of their merdunya krik..

feeling this cheek wet, I wipe slowly with a tiny clean finger.this crying sound as loud as a sobbing breath "you where, I miss" trying to call it but it feels heavy. the pain of my throat suffocating makes this vocal cords can not call the name that is in my mind. always and always I pensive to myself while occasionally staring at the star that is behind the night clouds

tired, my body was tired and tired.my swish was heard by both ears "why don't I just die? " my word is so

what are the strengths of a lonely girl

" i'm just thinking of a rose. When I'm withered to dry, you'll replace me with fresh, fragrant new flowers"

why should I be born? I cried as if, sitting close to both feet with both hands tied to each other to tie the legs so as not to be released

tears kept pouring down, "who do I miss? who am I waiting for? I'm just a rose." Please.....

I looked around from where I was pensively sitting while holding hands.the floor with a ceramic floor with a view of the garden yard filled with fruit trees, lemongrass, ginger and also chirping trees

I smell the fragrance of spices, Ahhhh! hem'hemh I really like the warm, soothing aroma in the soul

for too long I was pensive, until I forgot that I was never alone.

anyway do not ask who I max.but that does not mean I am a box of cans of biscuits.I am not a container that can be opened and then taken the contents from inside. I am a flower bud now blooming and almost withered to dry

the floor where I sat right in front of the main house door, visible on both the front right and left side there is one pole support for each roof clamp, is critical, then there is also a stepped undak deliberately made as a porch decoration of the house commonly used to put footwear.here is a favorite place to feel the shade of the night wind that blows sepoiy

the digital clock on my device showed at 9 pm, rushing in and not forgetting to lock the door "Oh my god, I've been sitting alone for a long time" my murmurs turned to look the whole room was deserted

rushing me into the room, I put my tired body on the soft bed with the head supported by a cotton pillow. Both my eyes stared intently straight at the ceiling of the room, and, want me to sleep asleep forget the problem for a moment but these two eyes are not yet willing to order the eyelids to be closed in drowsiness

inadvertently I shed tears again at the corner of the right eye line, again making this cheek wet. "enough. I don't want to cry anymore" words thrown from the mouth trying to praise myself are lonely

I am reminded of a life story. Why? why was I born as a flower? why not just stars in the sky, so that I do not wither after blooming and run out of alluring fragrant aroma.

no one will care about me again after I dry up, leaves are laid down have fallen off, the stem twigs as my body is worn out. "let this poor me be thrown into the garbage can, I am worthless" said, as I occasionally wiped away the tear lines that drenched my cheeks

the past has taken all the happiness for my future, a tragedy where I can never forget that I am only a flower but not a night flower