Poetry

The Recurrent Note

Tired gold bars on the falling afternoon,

Remembering the darkness,

The retail loses the talk,

The reddish letter comes,

Troubled eyes flutter in the far horizon.

Every character still throws the question,

The answer lies in love,

Loses sense of emotions.

Who is the Rapist?

The night speaks quietly

Tears became louder,

Blood became feverish,

Fine bites of furrow bites,

There is no sleep in the eyes of the streets in fear.

Masks covered their faces in the light of the day.

They saw the news and said politely "What a weird!"

Curiosity

Thus, in a single day, hundreds of nights are alive

I Can not come out of the circle

I know there is no permanent punctuation on the water stay long life.

Yet one-eyed fantasy,

Finally I'm sitting down

Suddenly sighing,

Curiosity and curiosity made me

the blank blackboard.