Fireworks adore the sky,
Illuminates
The darkest night of the month.
Alas,
This festivity of joy;
Fails to erode:
The saline filth,
Is stuck
So firm
That the mind stays numb:
The cuckoo sings,
And shyulis bloom;
Cannot hear it,
Also cannot see.
Samaritans of the light
fail to impress,
Whereas
The nightbirds chirps
Alights to the brain,
Aiding the lament,
Ailing the perceive;
The body-in-waiting,
For the dawn,
Fatigues.
And before the horizon,
shows crimson lights
The conscience passes,
In slumber deep
And all hopes fail,
Against this
sleep.
September 2009
Illuminates
The darkest night of the month.
Alas,
This festivity of joy;
Fails to erode:
The saline filth,
Is stuck
So firm
That the mind stays numb:
The cuckoo sings,
And shyulis bloom;
Cannot hear it,
Also cannot see.
Samaritans of the light
fail to impress,
Whereas
The nightbirds chirps
Alights to the brain,
Aiding the lament,
Ailing the perceive;
The body-in-waiting,
For the dawn,
Fatigues.
And before the horizon,
shows crimson lights
The conscience passes,
In slumber deep
And all hopes fail,
Against this
sleep.
September 2009
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