It Is 10 Pm - Poem by Halsho Zangana
I sank the room in the dark,
and lit the candles one by one,
but the romance won't fill air,
till the waiting is done.
Things coming on my mind,
while I'm gazing at the door.
My heart gets trembled,
when the door opens no more.
The clock slips to 12 Am.
I fool myself and pretend.
Believing you will appear,
and the door soon will be opened.
The candles start to perish,
and the tremble fades out.
4 Am, no light, no sound,
and the tremble leaves my heart.
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