The dusk has turned orange
Refracting softly at the edge of the sky
Remaining rain
Cool the soul and wash away all hope
Oh, the evening wind blows away my longing
Sing a longing symphony in his beautiful dream
I pour out my longing for you
Who miss me
Present this longing in every dream
When I miss you
The beauty of creation
Fill my niche
Imagine your cheerful laughter
Draw your beautiful eyes
Oh the longing that has not been answered all
Now I have to go back home
Follow the path I passed earlier
Continuing my next chapter
I gaze at the blue sky
To one person you may be a world
About the Creator
Love story
My heart, forever yours to keep
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Beautiful love poem! I’m really loving how you title your pieces. Very unique and intriguing! 💫