This is a poem that I've wrote in a certain state of mind , I hope you enjoy it:
We have lost even this twilight
No one saw us this evening hand in hand
While the blue night dropped on the world
I have seen from my window
The fiesta of sunset in the distant mountain tops
Sometimes a piece of sun
Burned like a coin in my hand
I remembered you with my soul clenched
In that sadness of mine that you know
Where were you then?
Who else was there?
Saying what?
Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly
When I am sad and feel you are far away?
The book fell that always closed at twilight
And my blue sweater rolled like a hurt dog at my feet
Always,always you recede though the evenings
Toward the twilight erasing statues.
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