Twilight Reflection

Dusk whispers softly over the clouds, this time it doesn't bring a glimmer of orange light. I don't know, maybe I'm tired or a little reflective. Just bringing a gentle breeze slowly felt.

Behind the window of time, longing knocks on my heart, I don't want the pain to bring more anxiety. Looking for the owner of love as beautiful as the twilight at that time. I have seduced him so beautifully with writing, to dampen his towering pleas.

Again, feeling suffocated, waiting for someone who never seems to lose their face, maybe he forgot that longing for us is a rope, tied together in a lonely and silent way. Now there is no sound, in fact it falls into nothingness at all, then it is left full of sadness.

Greetings are always compact.

By @midiagam