Night hum

 Long at heart  and a period to which fall into oblivious

 Don't  know where and where

 is only kept quiet  by which have old have a nest

 And just heart  which is always remember  it

 Sprinkling irrigate and night wind sweep

 Making many sweet dreams

 And far there, long planted  at a is dusky

 All is black , but memory always at heart

Remember it is  make pain

 But sometime make spurious happy

 Only night which is devoted always,

 Accompanying, all dreams

 and Hum night, always there  is

 At any time elapsing

 And liver which long

 And desire to always together

 29 October 2011

Ayar Adsa

Far in my subconsiousness

 You are transforming real to a love

 And glorious Peacefulness

 But is me, I’m is the the tempest

 I only ask pity compassion which is  power of God

 Hopefully do not add many tempest again

 Only pray and prayer, hopefully my effort make meaning

 At  life of  beloved people which have my disregard

 But, what is the meaning of me, without God ,

 and I have the power you

 I [is] the the time which is,

 castaway far from part

 and for a while,  many is uncared from altogether

 Don't know why moment in this time,

time disregard I am

 Far from inmost subconsiousness

 I want to be happy time to people who I love

30 September 2011

Ayar Adsa

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