YEARNING

Secuil story

(Black cloud cover)

The sun hid in a black lump of propeller that morning, carrying it to the heart of the lara. The wind shrieked in whispers, conveying a greeting of longing. A beam of light slipped in between the black clouds, looking for the figure in search.

\(Sentaries at dusk\)

Ornamental luster orange greet the day at that time, aware of the beauty on display will be changed into dark night. The longing semburat began to be implied to a distant nan.

O dusk, I drowned my face behind your luster, I found a body to get your beautiful smile.

O Dusk, replace thee with night, that this day may pass away, and so shall our story.

\(Warm embrace of the night wind\)

At the end of the city I was pensive, waiting for the arrival of a beloved. Dark night becomes friends, the night wind holds warm body and miss his embrace. The moonlight showed him the way back.

Flickering stars treat your beautiful to him, say here there is someone waiting for his presence.

\(Hand of Sin\)

We are the hands of sin, the various sins we have committed. This hand bears witness to all the deeds of the earth. The eye looks to be a witness without being able to withstand the sins that are seen. This ear is often a container of sin, when hearing things from across it.

This feeling is often a land of sin in ourselves, so it is difficult for us not to be trapped in this sea of sin.

God, help us. Help out of all the blessings of this sin. Cleanse this hand of all the stain of sin, give us praise.

\(Secuil Asa\)

The world is so beautiful that millions of words cannot describe it. Every step in life is inversely proportional...

When the heart has passed through the heart, the mind is frozen. There is no hope in life, and there is only a black blob within that will be a barrier to success.

\(About Taste\)

It is beautiful to be alive when you begin to recognize taste.... A feeling that makes it hard not to think. The turbulent taste in the chest asks the mouth to release all the flavors in it. Heart rumbles when close together, realizing the waves of great love are with him.

\(Former\)

A glimpse of a name that once graced life....

Previously together seized each other's attention, shared a smile, and spent time together, but there were some things that happened to cause them to throw away each other's face, isolate themselves, and go carry a fragment of heart.

He was the Ex, a glimpse of the color that once existed but has now erased the moans of time.

\(In silence I say\)

This heart often thrashed to ask for an explanation of the thousand dwellings he did. I don't know which things make it far, far, and further away until this hand is difficult to reach it. Even this tongue froze asking for all the clarity to challenge this relationship, but not a single sentence I got.

I don't know what happened until he locked his tongue shut his mouth from all the reality.

Only in silence did I tell this story.

\(Wounds\)

There comes a time when we turn away from the world when there is a rumble of despair in it....

The pain lurks more and more every day, making the mind narrower. Difficulty in living a person, until the direction he is not able to choose.

The wound is invisible but the pain to the point of damaging the mind, damage the network of self-awareness, subvert belief to make it slowly fragile.