The Night Lost In My Hand

The night lost in my hand, broken
angle
Infinity eyes see me, a silent man
Who doesn't know what his destiny is?


waiting at the riverside
One by one ship passed
twilight dropped on the ocean,
I am alone in silence.


Sometimes I find a hand, my destiny
a peace, without a woman body.


I am a glass of wine
who is never intoxicated.


The night lost in my hand,
the moon to the dark heaven see me,
like a silent man, as a destroyer

Poem, ©copyright,chitrak, 2021

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