Poetry life

The bitter sheets are alive
What is now closed is the singing of dawn which began to dim
As if no more capable human beings
Treading the crisis of the living eye

Not anymore ....
Like life in the morning
There are still droplets of peaceful weeding
Bitter life
Seam teak leaves ..

And not anymore ..
Like life in the middle of the day
Which is still too warm to be inspired
A revelation coming down from the divine

But ...
For those who live in sick days
Can only be shared
The memories of the self-pinned story ..
Who will go along with laughter lonely laughter
Leave the trail later on

Let ..
Life without the dullness of the day
Explore the longitude & latitude days
Leaving the crisis the eye of life
Which has been increasingly strangle themselves ..