remembering yourself under the twilight

Restless virgin in the evening twilight
Shading the blue clouds of the lake as beautiful as the mercury puja denta asmarandana, carving a story between the stories of the puja puja of the lover of his heart
The list of blows Bayu waved on the horizon of the hanging nyiur leaves, swaying sadly, teasing the universe as if calling for interesting love.

Restless virgin in the early twilight
Staring far into the sky single jaya is getting farther and farther radiating hundreds of millions and even billions of light to just simply adore the senses, isn't love and in love the last human duty for what grieves Durga at the restless limit
The ground on your feet is pounding
The wind blew you extinct
The fire is burning you take care of the taste
The water flows you rigidly not expelled
The dream of love worships the feeling in the midst of disappointment choosing a word, then you take off the sari, run almost to the universe hugs kisses caresses the day of the earth
And die in your own corner pierced by the longing you keep in your heart.

About twilight, he appreciates a present without hating a departure. Twilight is not something that is eternal, because slowly it will disappear.
But at least his presence could be a little calming, for a moment making peace with memories.