Cyrus Diaz Poems

Four punkies
wandering through
on a moonlit night
while the sky is blue
...

I think I'm falling
flowers blooms again,
grasses were richly green,
lilies on the ground
...

In the midst of the darkness
not even cicada shrill sound
is heard through the night
...

Witness again the ancient
drama of the earth
solemnest of industries
enacted upon the country
...

Sorrow,
Is predominant
Than joy
In this world.
...

I may just
Be a little
Candle in
your life
...

Promises are
relationship's goal
it's every lovers
pledge and vow -
...

She was staring at me
fiercely, with her red
alluring eyes,
between the nimbus
...

Sympathy, is not
offering quick
and cosmetic help,
rather,
...