The night was a state of the state,
Its interior walls beckoned a ghost,
Its well-being was a knighthood.
My artists are like a gender,
Many artisans are involved in the picture.
In this night we still wish for endeavour,
For the day brings disaster, like the illness
Of our heart, that beats like a symbolic
My night fails according to the rules,
Friday, September 18, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: night