When darkness crawls down,
Only silhouettes are shown,
At the very sight of my own.
Pieces of black
Over deep blue,
Ornaments of twilight.
Leave us with no choice,
But to be lulled
By the voice of the night…
not a talker but has a lot to talk about...
2014, days, Jakarta, Just a thought, Night, Ornaments, Photography, poem, Silhouette, Sky, Twilight, windows
April 25, 2014 at 08:15
Selalu tercengang dgn kemampuan puisi kamu “B”.. Love it !!
April 25, 2014 at 09:28
Tehehe thank you My 😉
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