Moving in dark
don’t know where it will go
waiting for a spark
don’t know what’ll it show
the night is barking at me
but whom to look at and what to see
broken glasses mixed in mud
know the taste of my blood
if compared these momments are fine
still afraid of the coming time
as i move my step
she oppose me to take
as i go deep
i hear the trembling of her lips
a message from the “Queen of the night”
not to cross the extented height
but i….
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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