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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