Muddy days of solitude

 



Today I met with desperation.

Today I stared at the mirror with other eyes

The neck of a pair of eyes is bent, a pair of eyes is magrur..

Stranded, in loneliness with mud on the fence.

Today is tomorrow in the flow..


Wide open but other dimension wide to the bottom of the gap door sills.


Cradles shaking desperate waits,

The gaze of glowing eyes is on the horizon today

All tickets come out tomorrow.

Hope envelops all its roots and heals at the same pace in a snap.


These days are ocean tides

Yesterday fed this situation with anxiety.

Who is on this day?

Some yesterday,

Some are at the helm.

Some of them shook off like rugs.

Right these days..

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