I return home
with my heart
burning in my arms
I walk slowly
nobody waits for me there
street dogs lying here and there
dead moon!
I am, an insomniac,
who knew how to dream
with eyes open, once,
now I walk on
stars shine and night lamps also
sky never sleeps, watch me on
dead streets, dead sleep,
without dreams
I walk slowly
darkness is an ocean, I wade
I take the fingers of your poesy
dead yet deep alive
I walk slowly,
after one 'o clock in the night..
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