3 february 2022
Million Times
Completely broke,
an empty glass, wants
to drink from your eyes.
Validity was incredible
between the silence
of centuries.
Give back my nowness.
Future had migrated into past.
Moon will not rise
for me.
Where was the apotheosis
of my defeats? Any extra
kiss of fireflies was not sufficient.
I will write my own
end in your hands, when
sun brings down the flame.
To sin with the invisible,
had become a liberation.
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