Midnight Story Poem by Abraham Tamim

Midnight story

The man was here
The man was not here
The man was inside the mirror
There was nothing inside the man

The man was inside the story
The man himself became the story

One day the man became a man
And he was looking for his favorite woman
Women wind inside the air
There is joy and sorrow as well
In the end, sorrow triumphs over joy

wind talks
The wind extinguishes the light
keeps the fire burning

The man dreamed