My Poetry
At night, when
The world is asleep,
Cuckoo is also quiet now,
In a dim, cold wind,
Swinging leaves,
There are also
Fruits, flowers, thorns,
In the lag of sleep,
In the black darkness,
Even the moon,
Taking a nap,
Silence is spreading,
Everywhere around,
I just waiting,
For my sleep,
Hopefully it will come,
Soon, I will also take,
Me in its lap,
By calming my mind,
But is this cold air,
Will be able to calm down,
That Fire,
Which is burning
In my Heart.
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