The Story of the Buyer

Time Smile

Seconds of melodious poetry

it rhymed like the love that once existed but vanished. By the fire

menyuburu with water that always gives coolness from anger that

smoulder. The sound of water droplets alternating replacing the dark time in the

long daydream of a girl who continues to adore the sun.

With the night you continue to get the rain of loneliness also miss the not

kunjung. Close your eyes, baby, no more tonight

from a deep pain. Do not let your eyes be spoiled with news

virtual then eliminates the sweetness of the meeting. Let the deep love continue

kiss your whole body until you realize that everything is just a stop and no

long will go away leaving a mark of sweet kiss from him. Naughty mosquitoes

which perch on the leaves of the heart. The chimney of the heart revealed his whole soul,

with a word that forgets to be spoken. With a practice that is just an idea.

With a voice that is in the throat. Not all and forever only

it will be possible. Also you who might just love it in the mind

also delusions.

Sleep the worship girl

the sun. This time is your night. Your worship has not come and is still deep

travel, don't wait for him. He may still be stuck in traffic

relationship or maybe once also with the complexity of the braid. Oh my girl, not yet

suffice it to say that your adoration has not yet come. Perhaps it still is

in some meetings. Be patient. This time is night. Enjoy the quiet

with moments of longing poetry. Be patient, I know this hurts but what

it hurts more than hope. Just because the sun is always coming

in the morning has not promised that he will also come in the morning. Terribly

maybe he'll leave you. It is very likely that he will be looking for his girl

any more. And it's possible for him to leave you. But my girl don't be quick

despair, you must be sure that the sun will come to see you in the morning

these. But my girl, I can't make sure she comes alone or with

her new girl, I am not sure that the sun will always come

meeting you.

In the middle

longing for many anxieties is also hope. In the midst of love

lulled deeply. Some kissing might be justifying. But isn't it stupid

if you always expect the future. The sun always shines in the morning

but there is no guarantee that he will come again tomorrow. It

he could die, his love. He could forget, girl. He can get tired, with his attitude.

The moon is waiting

the stars to accompany him tonight. The moon came too early. I don't know

because he wanted to watch the sun leave his girl or the moon indeed

expecting departure. The moon, a giant ping pong hanging on the edge

the charming sky. Classical patterns and carvings are inscribed on the sides

moon surface. The moon gives light to the universe to my girl. Even though it is dim, the moon remains faithful

accompany my girl to the road where she wants. Moonlighting

they emit light at night. My girl, this is your night. Enjoy malamu

with the moon always there for you. My girl, can you not be too

adore the sun and welcome the moon a little tonight. Haven't you

seeing the senate moon on your lonely night, is not it Rinndumu night

always accompanied by the month of Indah. Look though it is not as blue as day, the sky is shining.The night sky

welcome you with silence. Even though the night is not as good as the day when

the birds sing the song of beauty. The night brings silence and

silence, do not like you in silence. The hidden sound. Hustle

the sun is not necessary for you to filter it quietly. Is

you want the sun to keep you dancing and benrdansa ria until you forget

about something you also need, which is to reflect. Thinking and also

your cheek. Don't wipe don't be embarrassed. Precisely if you continue to rejoice, I suspect

that you are experiencing a deep sadness, a pent-up pain. Atonement

tears never shed in your eyes, are you not soaking

wounds with laughter. Sadness sweetheart. With sadness you will know where

your weak point. You will know that you also have possible problems

intentionally or unintentionally you are a deep sniper. Cry immediately

pujaan. Tonight is quiet and you can enjoy it. With the moon, you

I will feel truly happy.

Morning has arrived. Subsequent to

a long cry from my girl for the first time. The moon has succeeded in removing the restraining toxins,

the poison of holographic joy, the poison of pseudo-pleasure and the dope of love

through the warmth of the tincture. The sun came this morning, he brought flowers

blooming in the garden. The sun brought with it a breath of fresh air,

the dew of the tears of last night gradually evaporated leaving

my girl.

The sun is coming back.

the birds sing again. They also bring happy songs

about the satisfaction of longing. The love that shakes my girl's whole heart takes her

to dance with the flowers that began to bloom that morning.

The branches are welcoming, the jungle is packing its leaves. Pojon-tree

also take part. My girl completely forgot about that night

taught her to cry. This afternoon he really came back cheerful. Servant afraid

that my girl will be back asleep, hopefully not.

The joy of the sun returns

show, somehow. As if it was normal and my girl never

realized it. My girl is like living under the illusion of a totally blinding light.

But my girl still believes. I don't know if he's blinded by love. But it seems

he enjoys being happy with his tears.

Under the burning heat, the,

my girl is happy. Dancing with the rhythm of space birds chirping. Sky

blue is also a giant white cloud of goose, my girl is not heedless of the ferocity of the light

cyan. Sweat splashed on his temples and all over his face. Detect that water

until it formed a magnificent lake of life. Oh my girl, from afar I can't

translate whether it's sweat or the roar of tears. Stop dancing, please,

stop laughing with tears. Enough of the day you are happy

tormentedly. The sun gives you many lives but it is also the same

much for death, soul damage and torturous love. Is there

more miserable than you oh my girl. Go immediately...

Agitatedly, at the peak,

my girl enjoys twilight. With my girl's sweet smile, she greets the twilight.eyes

the twinkling and tired look of the face after noon forced her to dance.

My girl watched the twilight, the giant red hue on the horizon. In seconds

lastly the beauty of the sun, the longing is again saved my girl for

deliver his night's departure. Verily I acknowledge the beauty of twilight, but

is not she beautiful because it comes temporarily. Is beauty

which always lasts long. And you should be grateful to my girl, to dusk

you can miss back and feel the sadness again. And laughter

your day again lamented his sorrow at dusk. Prepare for the silence

presented by the moon tonight. My girl, don't hang on with a boozy laugh, a laugh

which does not bring happiness, laughter that only commands you to dance

under the heat of the day. My girl, you also need to cry and

be sad....

Expecting there will be

a time to be happy, what if you are happy now.