I missed you one evening, Puan. Until dusk this afternoon is not there, because it just rises in our respective chests.
From my eyes; a butterfly exploring the line in the palm of your hand, so long, and lost as the twilight in your eyes comes.
As dusk greeted, I realized that there are still many beautiful things that Allah created besides you
Do you know? #senja adlh the best time to tell your earthly tale, because there you will find jawbn between wind and eye brow
... I'm reluctant to tell you at dusk like this. You're much prettier than that
At dusk again, the rain for a long night demanded, until dusk went from here