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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