
He covered his bow when the light of dawn appeared
And went to the crossroads
Walking as if he was torn apart by illness
And the nightmare surprised me and I drowned
And I found the sun a sea burning on me
And the eyes of the clouds overflowed with tears
And my masters worried in my body slipping
So I said screaming and the tears agreed inside me:
Where is the exit, you bandits?
Where is the entrance, you merchants of twilight?
No one answered me from the tunnel
And I went with a crowd gathered in the pierced heart
So my pulse trembled and stopped
And longing said to me: Go and do not stop
For life is a will of a position
So do not let the tree, my friend, drop its leaves
For it realizes its fate when it agrees
With a sun whose dazzling light shines on me
And the path of the soul is the poet who achieved victories in me and noticed in the soul a light shining in the depths, so he wrote me verses of victory and with it I became a crossroads
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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