In 1 year there is 1 month ( Ramadhan )
I can only read at the end of Ramadan.
Repeating a strong prayer of life
Deep in fatigue.
Want to wash away the longing in the silence of the world with the drizzle and the moonlit star dancing slowly on my shoulders.
Come with my soul mate
Describing the journey about our meeting,
The earth trembles as the wind rumbles
Like my heart.
Above the end of Ramadan
Fill this empty glass with a sip of red wine
It gets me through the blacks live on its own.
And we love the owner.