Poetry Monster

I turn my head by Vladimir Marku

I raise my tearful eyes of the night

Look at the balcony of the hurt sky

The young lady day

Hanging clouds to dry.

The clouds dry, and I get quenched

Damping my hopes marrow

The sun of the soul already set

In pain, all universe.

I turn my head to look at me

How I pity my own eyes

Overwhelmed by my thoughts

Clouds drying rain on me.


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