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joi, 2 octombrie 2014

IN THE CRISIS OF EYES AND SLEEP





" 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
Of pain.
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.

Hanook Gohar.
Copyrights@August5,2014.

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