Overnight heart beats wild
insomnia than the blues
the air rang. I feel
how melancholy
lazily make a noise in the night.
Lights in the early hours
the eyes of the street lamps,
and the mist droplets quietly
Closer. sleepless
inside the hollow longing
Boredom is formed.
Dry throat, dry mouth.
Hardly in this state of mind
none of the artistic successful.
Grief, and a great love,
they are like cherished
Bonsai.
Within the author's cuddles
time wild pigeon,
and calls for the story
to write,
until it is time to silence.
Prior to writing
you the story of a new one.
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