With some unfinished strings and shredded sounds,.
With the passion and kissing of embellished embrace,.
It's a day to roam around like crazy madness
But,
In the elegantly euphoria, poetry seems to have no remote island.
As the words did not come in my house poetry, I still did not have poetry in my house,.
Hundreds of thousands of people walk through the busy pavements of the city...
Suddenly, I spoke about loneliness,,.
At that time, the lumber brickbath in the two curves laughing at me said. . .
'Allen!, everything in the city alone is alone.
Tram bus, street light, electric cable, one way street, busy sidewalk,
Tea cup, ashtray, rough paper, nonsense word-phrase,
People, dreams, feelings, love, love,
Even your favorite cows and poems.
I suddenly moved ahead instead of moving forward,.
Sit down for a poem measured in the depth of some shallow thoughts....
@Arefin