Duks

It's dusk
I do not know where to wait for him?
Tired I stared up
the end of the universe

Until I met
just the rest of your face shadow
settled in the soul

About the taste
which the words can not
About cursory faces
which disappears in the late afternoon

Also about longing
the more opiate
Bring back
wounded memories

Then what should I do?
Should I dry the sorrow
By looking for wound antidote
In orange?

I have no idea,
Even purple
Dancing with laughter
Regardless of injuries

Calm down,
Soon evening greet
Cover bias of misery
Who is stifling chest