Written by: romeo naces


langga, before I go,
     could we watch 
the afterglow?

it won't take long
     I'll be a half-
forgotten song.

slowly setting sun,
     soothing sweet, 
its end has begun.

brightly beaming, 
      sadly sighing,
its light now dying.

softly seething sky,
     blazing burst of
colors draws a sigh.

flaming clouds on high,
     sun's farewell,
langga, goodbye!