
One day the bow was covered with sleep
In the veins of twilight
I found a burning rib
And in my heart a light that pities
And the flesh began to tear
And my freedom began to shine
Between the keys of a leafy hand
And sadness appeared on the paper
Touching the frown of a mind that died
An idea entered my soul and agreed
My world is fire, fire that becomes elegant
Whenever I surprise it and find it yearning
As if it is burning inside me
Oh bow, shoot the arrow
To the heart of the one who stabbed
Because he is stubborn in his memory, he climbs
And he is a terrible evil if he steals
And his voice becomes anxious and longing
In the depths of the well
A sad voice clings
And screams and says, Don't you rebel?
And darkness is a cloud whose rain is closed
And its stream flees trembling
Afraid of that twilight
Oh my revolution, be on a burning fire
For the embers have ignited and burned
And the longing in my heart has yearned
For the beginning of joy and continued to shine
Like the star that took the twilight
A hiding place for the memory of the heart that failed
To protect my secret, it fluttered
And the days of distress followed one another, so where is the slippery slope?
Where are you, O path, so that we may slip?
This gap may tear
If you carry our souls that are burning now
So, O arrow, shoot quickly and anticipate
Events and hold on to the dawn
And say that the worries of the world could not bear
To remain until the twilight departs from us
In a moment, he surpassed the light and improvised
Poetry and continued whispering and staring
Amazed by the light of the twilight
About the Creator
Kisama Riyo
I have always been interested in poetry and essay, especially rhyme style, so I decided to post my essay here and see if I have any talent in poetry or not.




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