Hesper Rain's
HESPERS
I want to string words for you Hera when I see twilight in my eyes, twilight which has the same meaning as your name is Hesper.
Maybe these words can represent my heart to you, so listen. I hope that after you hear all the words that I say, you can open your eyes again, so that I become the first person you see after you regain consciousness later.
Then listen!!
The twilight time created when the eve of this night is indeed very beautiful even though it only lasts so short. Maybe it's because it's what makes it such a special time.
Twilight is always like that, giving birth to memories, smiles, longs, even tears.
Because dusk never asks you to wait.
***
In the end, the twilight just gets further away.
But he was never able to remove the most silent love from the eyes, let alone the heart.
Then I was just waiting for him when magrib arrived.
Dusk is never wrong. It's just the memories that sometimes get her wet. And at dusk, we finally admitted defeat.
***
My weapon, start pulling over. Cohesiveness
Even if only for a moment, but dusk goes away leaving this sense of life is very terribly short. Throw asa.
Night makes me want to write longs, not for you to read. Because of the true longing you have lived on the edge of twilight.
Then I saw a handful of orange
Crossing in front of me.
Excuse me. Our story is different now. So don't be equal. With our current situation.
***
At that time, the rain drizzled when the Goddess of the night moved. Be witness.
Not reject. It's just not time yet.
Remember. Faithful is hard, but look at the orange. Always complete the color, for the sake of twilight in every day.
Distances. Timing. Love's. Wait for me to come back.
Thank ye. Because you've held my tribe there tight. See you (again).
***
We are destined to be far away by distance. But we are also destined to see the same Dusk without distance.
Without you I am like a dry leaf that is released twigs, carried by the wind without direction and without wanting.
Maybe there will be lonely twilight for you, one by one memories start you remember, and smile when my turn passes.
Dusk teaches that something that ends, not forever is not beautiful. Because dusk is one of the wisest treats presented.
Dusk never hates the gray clouds that often cover it.
***
Stop being a dusk addict. There's nothing there but an excess of romance about love that you can't get.
It's no mistake that I always admire twilight.
Dusk is spacious enough to accommodate dark and light as well as sorrow and likes simultaneously.
Let's get tired
But she, still beautiful.
***
My weapon;
Always meaningful
Whatever it is,
Dusk never asked me, to wait.
That'sthat's all.
Twilight.
What a beautiful combination for the universe.
Mentari gunaku, your beam of light cools the heart. I don't know, these eyes don't blink at your synergy, and I hope you're there always.
There's a friendly-looking orange painting silhouettes between the times and you're in between so beautiful.
***
In my henry staring at the twilight. In the deepest heart is the space that is available to you. Too deep I keep to myself. I shouldn't have closed it in deeply. If in fact you will be in it, there are not enough words of gratitude I say.
The weather in my eyes was cold staring at the loss; arms as warm as the twilight weave in the celestial pelupuk.
The warmth of longing begins to complain; it is regularly solid in the dark; you and I are now pseudo when separated by time.
***
Here I stand. Under the cold the twilight approached. Feeling the scratches of the wound, recalling the series of words. I may have forgotten you, but not the pain you gave me
That yellowing spray is like giving a message to a heart that is still leaning against an arid tree; your path is still long, turn around. I'll go back to the place where you waited.
We and the taste that fades at the end of the day. Towards a time where you and I are no longer connected said “kita”. You go home and slowly disappear. Until all that remains is a longing that then stabbed in the thick of the night.
The same Saturday, too drizzly for a twilight, cannot be together, though our prayers are still the same.
***
Dusk at the border. Timely return to the dispute.
No matter who else is still stuck in his ambition.
I don't care about people who complain because time passes quickly.
Twilight.
Stay to be like.
Those who come will also leave.
You never lie, you always come on time.
Not like he's always missing with my thousands of questions.
Because dusk practically reminds me of him, he is as beautiful as twilight, yet equally short
I love twilight, because he is like you, although it briefly comes, but the warmth is able to hug to the bone.
***
I found the most beautiful twilight in your eyes, I got the reddest twilight on your lips.
In the cracks of your arms the birds tear down its feathers.
And the hourglass pours towards dusk, which is afterlife.
***
This twilight, you kissed my lips once, and the sweetness exceeded the soy sauce I just bought.
Your hands are like twilight gone light,
your hands are like two shadows crossed in a quiet afternoon.
Heavy rain peeked into an unusual twilight,
growing from the peace and smile of its inhabitants.
***
Do you know what the homeland of tears is like, lover?
Like twilight when you drown in your clutches.
Which twilight do you miss the most?
When we meet, together, or part ways.
I miss the twilight before you're in my life.
Silent sun dims its founder let dusk redden orange.
True love does not fret when separation while there.
***
No doubt, this twilight is a sad time to write poetry:
about memories and perhaps longing.
Late twilight, let's toast a hug.
For our thirst is longing;
which cannot be removed by words.
Believe me dear, there will be an answer to our prayer, like a happy seagull coming home at dusk calling.
***
Since your departure at dusk yesterday, the rainy season has not changed, and my chest has become a lake where swans gulp tears.
Sometimes you need to be in the gray realm to know as far as black or white is necessary.
Until I have penetrated deep into you, my words incarnate the foundation of your sentence.
Dusk is prayer.
From your butterfly eyes and from my opium net.
***
I love you like dusk.
With its beauty without duration.
Then on the twilight bias which sadness can you hide?
Remember, the moon always comes right in front of your face.
Late twilight, let's toast a hug.
For our thirst is longing;
which cannot be removed by words.
This twilight, beloved, if thou wilt understand:
if you miss pink, you leave it on my left cheek.
***
I told you this twilight is so beautiful,
like my relentless eyes admiring the beauty of your face.
No doubt, this twilight is a sad time to write poetry:
about memories and perhaps longing.
For there is always an angel without wings,
who always smile spoiled, welcome the beautiful orange.
***
Dusk taught me that the beautiful is only temporary,
I love twilight because its beauty is second to none.
Dusk and rain, rain,
it's a fun thing, though,
besides hugs.
Ah dusk is almost here, though,
the atmosphere looks sad but our hearts are warm.
That is how love should be.
sadness can never grow from any side.
It was a scary twilight;
Boy in the orange field
Nila
Planting a kind of flora;
Sidewalk flowers
Forced called
By an untimely time
O ladies and gentlemen
Should we rent his life?
