Blue Love: Collapsing the Winged Jin Heart
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When I hear the rain this afternoon
I remember thousands of yearning yesterday
Cold alone without you
you disappeared from a distance
Time goes on longer, there's only a heartbeat of affection
which I try to feel from you
a mouthful of rainwater wants me to drink
as an antidote to longing
I miss everything you say love
There are days when I'm tired of waiting for you
I was soaking wet walking
trying to stay faithful through the rain
the language of kalbu
ask again about this storm
are all my wounds healed?
very long and lonely stuck in your love
...❄️❄️❄️...
The winged prince was merely persuading when the flakes of flower petals were shaken by the fire whose roots burned themselves.
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Love letters on the air
To: Prince Permadi
I don't like Thunder and lightning
I want to take refuge behind your big body
o winged jinn who crave noble daughters
Do you know that every night I wake up jolted with no joy?
Sometimes my body is full of sweat
Sometimes I cry and stay quiet
Many creatures were met until I was hastily frightened and evaded
in a vacuum and oxygen I find it very difficult to get
but this is my destiny from something that has been carved out
sometimes I fall and try to stand up
do you know all this suffering?
Aren't you afraid to accept the reality behind the jinn realm?
I am really scared of myself
I hope you read it with endless patience
...💙💙💙...
Replies from the giant dark brown leaves
It's about the light blue ribbon you sent engraved my name with your blood inscription
I was very surprised to receive it, though,
don't you imagine that all this is just an impossibility because our kingdom is never peaceful
The Ganges will always be faithful to accompany me while waiting for you in the valley of the jin river
There's something strange about the blue alyssum you sent
Flowers that never wither even when I've thrown them in the trash
Nanjam has delivered it back to me
It's a secret message sending my troops to help you get back to stopping there
in return you helped me out the last day
I'm saying thank you for coming back
......................
All the splinters of the pink cloth scrolls Ganges had brought to the prince of Badr, a flash reply from the princess of Arska which that day was also conveyed by Ganga. The living mud pit nearly swallowed half the body of Badr who was blown off the gallant flaps of the Ganga wings. He was all his might grabbing the thorny root to forcefully pull his body.
“Arrghh..” screams Badr remove one by one thorn in the hand.
The scroll was covered in blood from Badr's hand. He bandaged the wound on the hand with the cloth of the belt and ran in search of the permadi prince. A phenomenon of the black record, the two heated camps have a sense of turmoil trying to be together. But just delivering their love letter is full of life, blood and tears.
The atmosphere in the land of jinn shines bright orange patches of reflection towards the high towers that rise to the sky. There was a new fight in the Yaksa kingdom with the cheers of the troops calling for the prince to return.
