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Insomnia is his eyes

By Kisama Riyo Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

They slept, and no one slept like me in my supplication

They marveled at my habits that wake me up at night

They slept, and I did not sleep, until my wakefulness increased

He almost did not increase in fulfilling my needs

So I said: If the eyes taste in my insomnia

The taste of sleep, I do not ascend with sighs

And I distanced sleep from my eyes and distanced it

I fear kohl... and distanced myself from my boasting

And whenever insomnia closed its eyes

He saw wonders in dreams and the soul

And the eyelids warned him after his eyes sank

In the depths of sleep without goals

And I informed him of a shadow, so he remained

He has landmarks in the shadows of the verses

The shadow of purchase walks under illusions

She said if the eye pictured it: I will not come

Where is the loss if I become his neighbor

So that he can boast when he comes to his neighbors?

The gazelle says after him

Come with me from the bedroom from afar

Balladsad poetry

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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    Written by Kisama Riyo