Directions to The Sunset

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Read life toward twilight, who spend their entire life tears. whether longing to the love?
preach in the leaves of the whole, the most profound love wet soil, after the rain, the wind has brought together
preach to the birds that will come home at dusk, warm nest full of creeps and singing missed call
I have passed all the twilight, dusk always ask for written love poems, my fingers dancing, enduring word
maybe you could record, from the points of rain, there is no time to reveal the secrets you miss me
rain is possible that you miss me, whispered, damp soil to the blackened clouds, the sky was sobbing
the waving trees, there you missed cues, as a murmur as the wind whispers rustling

This poem was written/submitted by Nanang Suryadi.

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