like silence in dew night


season of love..                                                                                                                             Same thing as day and night..                                                                                                      

come and go naturally…                                                                                                                 Love also has given me

At the end of a quiet day,

only met with “my lover” in a dream …

I lost him with far away …

with dew in the wind…

i dont have the ability to take..

only able to make memories

that I made ​​him my healers miss ...

I like hope to something that is missing of mind..

In this pain like silence in dew night ..

In the heartbreak myself and my co

alonely crying in pain ..

if …

he will be the continuous ..?

when a raindrop ,

followedby the silent tears .. 

Like the love of the sun during the day..
  like the stars at night,
  and likewise may be lost ..when it is his time ..

without you …

i so lonely…

“the paint”


the paint

“”In the world of my life is like ,

a piece of drawing paper…,

all I need when drawing be careful and color carefully …

Some times every..

time I draw something ..

I want there are only birds crows are coming slowly..

and harass me..

Until I was forced to temporarily delay the self..

To find something that may prevent them from disturbing me again. ,

after I do this way..

To prevent..it…

From disturbing me..,

in fly away..the “crows” anf then…

I. Was to continue drawing again,

but there just is disturbing me…

All of a sudden heary rain..

and I could not avoid the rain…

Whe I wat to take the painting to go to places that can shelter ..,

But thE painting was already..

Looks…

So bad …

And…

not what I draw…

earlier…before….””