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Often I find it hard

To explain quite everything

One may tell what happened last,

Never knows what a moment brings.

There is a mix of waves and breeze

Trying to reach on to my coast

To reawaken, what a winter freeze

Had made me thought, I have lost...

There is a flower in the garden

I kiss her lips before I go

In the forest of the gifted

She is the only one I know

And a heart between the lines,

I’ve tighten hard on strings,

Like the sunshine on the pines,

Like the waterfowls’ on springs

There is a fox beside the river,

Trying playing tricks on me

But, my soul has never shivered

Like drizzling rain does on thee…

There is moonlight on my window,

I howl to it ever night,

It is a dangerous zone around my pillow

When hungry dreams approach the light.

I have no teethes, but like a wolf

I often kill, when I have to.

Don’t be afraid, my little star

I will not harm any ray of you…

© Leonard Seiti Wednesday Morning 3AM