At sunset
casting twilight spells
sent a sacred talk
in the poet's makrifat quiet ...
My longing time is immersed in your eyes
You are blooming with love fire bebola
when the heat of my sun blows into your face
You sirami with rain water seven continents ...
Who else will divorce me
from the desire to burn
together with sunset
and buried with the past sins ...
Or am I going to be a person
walk down the beach at dusk
watching the golden glow
which is getting lost with the rising of the night
What was crying when the sun set
tomorrow must come again to illuminate this world
promise that you will also return
enliven the fire of love with the sun in the morning ....
**THANKYOU**
