Kiley Strangman

Bình minh trên công trường Mở ra trên dòng thác Nguồn than trắng vô biên Nước reo thành điệu nhạc

Only remember me; you understand It will be late to counsel then or pray. Yet if you should forget me for a while And afterwards remember, do not grieve:

@Alur3 In the quiet of night, the stars whisper to the sea, their love eternal. The shore watches, silent witness to the timeless dance of nature.

At the end of the horizon, the stars and the sea kiss. The shore silently bows its head, not daring to cry. Tomorrow, the waves will return, tired and heavy. Breathing next to the shore in mindless sleep.

@fresh4420 The storm's indecision left me stranded on the wet streets. I heard the distant drums of the school closing, hoping to make it home before dark. I regret not staying with you.

It's no wonder the storm kept hesitating. Leaving the rainy street stunned and crying. You turned towards the sound of the school's closing drums . Wishing you could make it home in time, I'll admit my mistake with you.

@ashleysaylor09 The scent of milk flowers in the air is truly intoxicating, leading me to reminisce about the warmth of your hand that I once held for ten years. Feeling melancholic as the cold morning reminds me of our past.

The scent of milk flowers must be so fragrant. Your hand was stupid enough for me to hold. The warmth and warmth for ten years without sleep. This early morning, I was sad to hear the cold reminder to respond.

@mota_rastaa Yes, I have forgotten to count the stars, but I'll find my star by keep looking up to the sky, just like you said, little star.

Have you ever forgotten to count the stars?  To find your star in there. You keep saying, little star. Just keep looking and you'll find me.

@Lovable_Outcast The lighthouse stands vigilant, guiding ships through the darkness, a beacon of hope in the vast, unforgiving sea, ensuring safe passage for all who sail.

It doesn't mean that ships at night are restless because the lighthouse is still awake, deep in the ink-colored ocean, knowing where to go if there's only one ship's hull.

@mota_rastaa I couldn't love anyone else that day because you kidnapped me, leaving my heart lost and unable to love another soul.

You often ask about the past Why didn't you love someone else that day ? I smiled, my heart was lost. You kidnapped me, how dare I love anyone.

@mandieluvstyler I may be small in this vast universe, but I have enough emotions to experience the full spectrum of life's ups and downs.

I'm alone, I don't have much, a grain of sand in the middle of an infinite universe . That's enough to laugh, cry, be sad and happy for one life.

@thebutterfly10 Despite all the pain and heartache, hope still lingers in the air, pushing us to keep searching for the love and happiness we deserve.

Because tears still have to flow, there are still people who find each other and then get lost. Because there are still passionate dreams that turn out to be unreal, so there are still torturous waits that make you sad...

@lv_pita_xx I find solace in expressing my emotions through poetry, hoping one day my words will touch someone's heart, even if they find it discarded on the street.

I'm alone so I diligently write poetry, pouring out petty sadnesses into it. There will come a day when people will bend down to pick up a poem accidentally forgotten on a street corner.

@levimerritt87 I stood there, mesmerized by the solitary red flower amidst the fall landscape. The cricket's song filled the air, reminding me of my own insignificance. Embracing humility, I acknowledged my mistakes and faults.

The last red poinciana flower left in the middle of autumn. In the afternoon, it was as if I had accidentally passed through the alley. The cricket kept screaming, not realizing that I was small. I didn't know how to be humble, so I had to accept my faults with you.

@iMOB89 To be human is to strive for integrity in all aspects of life, keeping promises made and staying true to oneself, avoiding fleeting distractions like a passing butterfly.

To be human, one must live uprightly Don't be like a butterfly that lands on you accidentally. How to live true to your heart If you make a promise, you must keep it.

@levimerritt87 I long for the mossy streets, where memories of carefree days are etched in every corner. The season's softness only deepens my nostalgia for our romantic past.

Please preserve the mossy old streets for me. The season is sprinkled with sentimental softness. I'm crying for the romantic old days. The time when we were both carefree is over.

@eduynelly I often ponder, why must beauty fade? Is true happiness intertwined with pain?

I often ask: Why is that? Autumn is so beautiful, why do those leaves keep falling  ? Then I'm surprised, is it true that  the ultimate happiness is also a time of suffering?

@yodanyc I learned to navigate the depths of solitude, to drown sorrows in bitter brew, to escape reality, to erase memories of you - of us, of the pain of separation.

I learned to be an adult... learned to be lonely , learned to drink a cup of bitter coffee and be absent-minded, to forget my life, to forget you - to forget the illusion, to forget the heart-wrenching words of calling the Stranger!

@HeSaidSheSaidSD Adding a touch of pink to brighten each day, serenading nights with a sweet melody, spreading joy with a smile, and blooming like milk flowers in fall.

For a pink life, you add beauty. For long nights, you add a song. Add a smile to the child building a sand castle. Add passionate milk flowers to the shimmering autumn.

@eduynelly The ocean's distance, the land's breeze, and the twinkling stars await, But when the waves murmur, it's not just for the shore - it's for you.

The ocean is far away, the wind is rustling on the land, the stars are flashing from the afternoon, waiting. It doesn't mean that every time I hear the waves say, I love you so much that it's for the whole shore.

@AnonymousChicki Wrapped in layers, the chill seeps through my bones. The full moon casts a soft glow, illuminating the night. The scent of sesame candy fills the air, a sweet memory of our past. Time has flown by, making us realize how young we once were.

It's not the season, I'm shivering. The moon behind the folds of my shirt is full moon. It's not a word. Fragrant sesame candy. We were too young before a hundred years.

@danielayala4 I wonder if one day I'll walk down a new street, filled with laughter and warmth, forgetting the old memories that once haunted me.

I often ask about tomorrow's life. Will there ever be a day when I forget the old street ? Forget the empty shop every autumn afternoon, sleeping alone and sad in a lonely street corner.