Day stops at the end of the road, silent time, alone wind wandering around, grass to grass. don’t know how long times she is still alive?
unconscious tells me, oh! silly moss!
she is lost again at the dust of your hand.
stepping to the yore, for a piece of air,
for a kiss to her. Give me the red sand,
where the sun was killed, assassin nightmare.
Two blue stars in wine, one is the soul,
the other is the spirit of the dead Knight.
My soul burned, ashes create an atoll.
where is the smell of your breasts? Ignite
as a moon. please give me a piece of soil
From your coffin where you are still alive.
Poem,©copyright,chitrak,2021
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