After the shook
walking alone
sure the shook
was my bloom
things that i had never seen
this is the punishment to whom trusts his dreams!
my eyes at the floor staring
and a lonely girl in her phone talking
the spirit of the earth kicked my eyes away
to see something that comfort me till today
how did you done boy! ! ?
cry soft voice
which could put up the big-bang's noise
i talked to her with the happiness i had
no shook no fear no broke no tears
i felt that i was drunk
the air did freeze in my lung
she returned to talk at her phone
i walked towards my home
and forgot the damned bloom
soon i wrote a poem
to describe she
to describe her face
that shines like a moon
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