joi, 2 octombrie 2014
Publicat de Rrodia
" In the crisis of eyes and sleep "
In the strife of life
Rhythm of instinct
Sensifies the last cord of sorrow
And a caravan from eyes
Heaves to a lost city of dreams.
Night squeezes all of its darkness
Into a silver cup on my lips
Releases an ancient thirst
And in the crisis of eyes and sleep
The haunting silence of my room breaks
When a crying tear falls
After journeying the long distance
Between twilight and a daylight.
Etichete: HANOOK GOHAR POETRY ·