Dead Eye Notes Poem by Shikdar Waliuzzaman
Dead Eye Notes
In the three dead eyes to pass on the windows
Walk the path of the three-phase line of grief
I raise myself how old frame
Guess it takes to resurface cornice shadowy face
Alphabet lifts up so much each morning
Old habits are birds
How I draw the dream noon, nothing can match the...
Sense pained dead eyes mere cultivates sad dreams
In grief sunset spreads unabated breath.
Walk the path of the three-phase line of grief
I raise myself how old frame
Guess it takes to resurface cornice shadowy face
Alphabet lifts up so much each morning
Old habits are birds
How I draw the dream noon, nothing can match the...
Sense pained dead eyes mere cultivates sad dreams
In grief sunset spreads unabated breath.
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