oh! nightfall
as you have
started to kiss the sun goodbye,
you have gone to your sense
to cry
like falling leaves that
touches the ground, a glimpse
of nothing than
to settle your droplets of tears
on the most buried ground
to rest
where now the mighty strength
I possess and you
have offer, for even, the little
scarlet Blue Ocean
is willing to come; is this
the prize of
tears, just a dotted of fear
that captures my being
now the past is near
to remember, watching like stream
of water that goes down
to find a relief; thou refresh look
for a boon to cry
... loop honor fears, just
like wind chasing the haze
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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