From me who is too hopeful of you

Dear

Tonight I stare at the orange sky, which for several hours was still blue. indeed, this orange sky is not as bright as your cheeks which often blush every time I see those shady eyes, and indeed all the orange lines carved in the sky are not as grand and burst as your sweet smile that often develops in each eye.

But unfortunately, this dusk is the orange that we once worshiped, this dusk is a place where we entrust each other stories, love and all the tears that accompany it, right ??

Always ... always this twilight manages to knock down the front door of all memories, which again makes you milling about in memory. Either you are too saved, or I remember too much hope. somehow.

this is the umpteenth night, when we forget each other, and I still pray for you calmly.

Regards, @ledies
Aceh, 25 Mei 2020