afternoon on the beach accompanied by the evening twilight

At five o'clock in the afternoon you came to pick me up and then we sat on the beach waiting for the sunset
The rain is falling along with your disappointed heart
The orange hue of the twilight did not greet until the dark night.

You are the sign of missing
The sad rain on the horizon has passed
The twilight still has a thousand
Sweetness about you
the one that doesn't disappear
There was and still is though
Yesterday you photographed the scars on the expression of a headless taste.

In the quietest twilight, on your lips. Birds flew through the powder of light. Perhaps, he was looking for asylum, to repatriate his grief that no longer has a voice.

Twilight teaches that beauty and goodness don't need to be voiced, and don't need to be shown and let people judge. That's life, sometimes humans need attention to look good. If it is sincere for good, let others judge.

Challenging the twilight with nakedness disarms the ego into servitude,
maybe I met an orange on the threshold of Maghrib, before finally darkness enveloped everyone.

If twilight could talk
Then the twilight will tell you about us
About how I always love and miss you.