A bleak compass and the lost universe
A bleak
compass.
The brittle
fracture in the mirror.
Someone
draws self-banishment
And of
course, there must have been a knotty movie
That
scatters obscure plots.
A pioneer,
will there be no cradle in the yellow forest?
In search of
the renewal love Pegasus comes to the threshold
Where there
is a shadow of a lost planet looks blank.
The
afternoon kisses the bell.
Will there
be in the dream slumber -
A firefly
who has lost its fragrance after going a few steps towards meadow
And a lone
triangle coming out of the nectar?
Let us hope.
Then at dawn
we will again……
A red ambulance in the orbit
The same
ticket since birth Yet the spiral paragraph…
The brittle
diamonds.
A warning.
Alas! None
walk carefully.
The rains in
misunderstandings.
Shadows get
retrenched.
The rebirth
of fog When
A
caterpillar- a spring.
Knows it
limpid resurrection yet
The
indulgence from a prism.
Two globes
on both sides of a blind.
Who strolls
alone in the exercise book?
Looks blank
the flying saucer of the fairytale.
Is something
burning?
All hearts
are canned.
Smoke
billows.
The bouquet
of the flowers gradually…..
A closed
door between two walls…
Will there
be no piano on the plain surface of a rose?
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