rose – Bhyllabus – l'énigme

The Way You Pink Me

I never know whether the words of yours made of lie or truth, I never got whether those glares would lead me to heaven or dragged my soul into the most bottomless abyss. But one thinks I do understand, that you are the life which never has a temple where I can worship it, youLanjutkan membaca “The Way You Pink Me”

Moon under the rose

I was sitting on the second floor’s veranda when a night fallen down. A beautiful white rose was inside ceramic vase with beautiful traditional ornament on it. A dark night that I wished to be ended, just by waiting the moon shows up under the rose. Moon under the rose, is a beginning of aLanjutkan membaca “Moon under the rose”