I am still here,
Empty feeling in this quiet,
The whisper of wind brought cries of longing sounds like squeals nan sore.
Late night getting lost in the fog of longing.
This adds to the chill of the season serene rhythms longing.
I miss you..
I miss you..
In my night,
In my afternoon,
In my dreams,
In my consciousness.
My heart is frozen because of my longing for you.
My dream samarmu face that is increasingly blurred in memory.
My dream of a slow gloomy voice.
I miss you,
I miss you.
I do not dare to melupaknmu,
In every blow my breath,
In every beat jatungku.
I merindukamnu,
I miss you.
I'm afraid familiar with this longing,
Miss and forget,,,
poetry I miss you By Ayuindah P
The whisper of wind brought cries of longing sounds like squeals nan sore.
Late night getting lost in the fog of longing.
This adds to the chill of the season serene rhythms longing.
I miss you..
I miss you..
In my night,
In my afternoon,
In my dreams,
In my consciousness.
My heart is frozen because of my longing for you.
My dream samarmu face that is increasingly blurred in memory.
My dream of a slow gloomy voice.
I miss you,
I miss you.
I do not dare to melupaknmu,
In every blow my breath,
In every beat jatungku.
I merindukamnu,
I miss you.
I'm afraid familiar with this longing,
Miss and forget,,,
poetry I miss you By Ayuindah P
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