Night sky not lightened by moon
By the stars of a constellation.
I’m lying under it,
Hands under head,
(And) a cigarette on mouth…
Nothing to hold on,
Nothing to think on…
A planet is shining bright
How old is it light?
I feel a restlessness;
I felt the silence
After a storm hurled…
At same time,
In unison,
I feel gagged,
But, death will not come
So easy, so quick
At this time…
The autumn is far
I’ve to tell more few stories
I’ve to speak more verses
Before that serene dawn…
–xx–
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