night, whether it's still tinkling piano? dancing fingers tracing a history of longing, love that very closely, what was addressed, you
night, whether the hand was still dancing to the beat of a rhythmic way, like a drizzle, to make you sad
night, where they will quickly dream dreams full of rhythm, fragrant and fragrant hue longing, in space empty space
night, the memories always come suddenly, like dejavu you bring me word called poetry
night, I greet you like the dew that slowly transformed the quiet, so clear, in the flower bud
tonight, let you stay silent, at the top still, quiet poetry of the most poetic, quiet songs that most songs, music dwells most music
night, like the shadow of death, so longing for tears? Rub of the very beautiful eyes
night, I heard the rustling of paper, the soft voice, so softly tinkling piano, chiming guitars so raucous, percussion that sliced heart. may be worried?
night, dark and black metaphors, little light and there, lying in a dream
night, where do you store all the recalls? in doubt, or song in the hunt missed wednesday? your love is sweet
night, what memories color? a dark black, or blue sky. whether it was missed?
night, love passing on the timeline, as there is a wait. maybe you, sing in the quiet time
Malang, 19 November 2010
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