The Lamp Of Night Poem by Abhinav Maurya

Every night the lamp on my table lights the book of poems that I'm reading from ages. Full of knowledge and imaginations, while going through pages I start at random but always end up at one, the special one, about her, only her. And I read that one again and again, begin and again until my eyes give up on my heart and brain.

Gracias poetas para Creando un suplemento a mi corazón dolorido, la poesía.

The knights of peaceful sleep.