Good poems of the day
run
Text/Hyacinth
It's that the footprints aren't deep enough
Or the way back is too slim
Before dawn, go into the wind and dust
Wash the earliest damaged bone
After the rainstorm, go to the world of the self
Be a prisoner of emotions
Try, with the softness of reason
Lower the height under your feet
Don't dare to do that again
A woman holding the scorching sun and running willfully
In the vast world
My sweat
Close to piping hot vernacular
Do not use translations,
People who don't understand, never understand
In a frozen world
My grief is like a metaphor
No more than a bird chirp in mid-air
In a world of fiery waters
My body
Like a rolling snowball
From the inside out
Except for the heartlessness, it is cold
In the world of emotions
I am a stamp with a negative stamp
What is sent out is the humble return of the same way
Lonely empty city
I am the Trojan horse of the Muna
Ride yourself, the sky is spinning
Blood Romance
I hung high in big red sorrow
Raise the flag for yourself
Some of the past
Always inadvertently
Unforgettable thought
And to forget in pain
The end point is at the place where the mind stops the water
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