I am not stopping by.
Day was crumbling
in flares of core issues.
I have set my thoughts
between the cries of victims.
Hearing the shots, invoke
the fire ritual, silencing
the guns. My journey starts
to bury the evil, but fails.
Again hear the foot steps
of unknown. Understand my
smallness, loneliness, my doubts.
Move ahead of truth, step
into a black hole and
drag out the light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Drag out the light. Great. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.