My Poetry
Characters muted, Silent music
Outsider has gone with,
Since the meeting of mind.
Runs the same world as the sun
And when it disappears,
The evening starts to fall.
But the deepest night is the only mind
Feeling decorated on
The hinges, unknowing song.
Putting on the flower
Is surrounded by people.
The only camp of
Autumn in its difference
The end of memories is the same
Whereas feeding wild laughs.
The stars rising in
The far sky look like ones
For the ray of dawn,
They also wake up
Nothing is said in
The language of words
A pleasant one who was
Present also in the past.
Landlocked in the clutches of dreams
We searched for it
Overnight and called it's name
It is worthless as
It stands and gestures
The burning night
Known about the experiences
Characters muted, Silent music
Outsider has gone with,
Since the meeting of mind.
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