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twilight light

tears disease

By Kisama Riyo Published 2 years ago • 1 min read

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

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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