
It is the dream I imagined
It has become alive in my imagination
And that reality I saw
It was nothing but shadows
It caused me an ulcer when I opened it
I understood without knowing the slip
Oh soul that shone in the tomorrow
And gave me nothing but fear
Be with me so that I may be skilled in untying the ropes
For the pain itself led us to assassination
So let me buy a soul
To resist the impossible with it
And escape from that howling
And avoid the emaciation in my body
Leave me, for I see a star in the heights
I found a port A moon that has become a crescent
So it was its ransom when I tore apart old hopes
So it was my ransom because I became complete
It is the dream I waited for, oh capable one
Don't leave me without reaching the goal
For I have come close to touching the imagination
With my fingers, so salvation has become wonderful
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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