I had no choice.
The postmen called me to return
the courtyard filled with eyes
I have to live without it.
do not wander the streets of the dead city.
dark evening. Sitting like a quiet girl.
crying all hid in the dustbin of the city
the fireflies have crowded near the light.
that roof on the second floor of the ancient house
the gathering is crowded. Drunk party.
the song of a tired woman in a bare shine body.
night has broken the hearts of hundreds of men.
I never saw him again
didn’t get my love.
The glass of gray wine is empty
I drank all the poison.
I love him very much on purpose
but he is not in my destiny.
I could not move forward
tired. I stopped here.
A Cup of Tea 