MAN IN THE DARK
By Gelvina Maysha
At the end of twilight time
When the sky is red fading to dark new night
At the edge of the bow night moon sailed by heart
Missing pieces along fog tempest melancholy
At that time, a low degree of condemn
When the streets were crowded by hubris
Where the humans echoed moans mute
Minutes mutes the traveler looking for berths
Some of them return to the shady space
In the dark, silent along the rowdy skits
Doing we are humans in the dark and dream
Who hope tomorrow is light and serendipity
We are abstract pieces on this trip
Hoping that black is an illusion
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Man In The Dark
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