3 listopada 2020
Fading Sheen
My little dirty moon,
why were you hiding-
when the vulture-poems had
an uncanny similarity with
raging road show?
The volatility would not exit.
It rises in flames to make
a big black hole in the sky.
Sometimes I hate you,
sometimes I, love you,
my elusive, beautiful karma.
At night when I disappear
what poem you will read?
In fast-running stream, your
croaking will not be heard.
Try to begin a dance of democracy.
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