Poetry Misses

Dear, let me write a poem miss you 
When the sun sets, then look at him 
I will be present among the silhouettes miss 
Dear, look. Is not it beautiful twilight 
There were clumps of red at the end of the saga there 
Beautiful, light emitting, like singing longing 
The sun sank in the increasingly fed by the dark of night 
But he will still be present tomorrow dear. 
Although no longer lives in the body 
Unfortunately, the wind really cold here. 
Leave me a message through which you missed this 
I hope you feel this longing 
In every breath that you breathe 
Leave me a message has been missed the last wind brought 
Dear, feel my longing 
I really miss you here.

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