I want it to shape my thinking beyond tonight
I will write a verse for myself
I embrace myself trying to warm up
I try to catch myself
Between my rhythm
That’s really
Stress seems to be a constant issue in life
In any case, I picked up my poem
Just rewrite it,
I wake up wanting to write
I want to insure the path in the darkness.
In the nighttime of my day.
How firm is my verse,
How strong is my rhythm?
Rainfall will show me again
The current of air will blow me again
Across the night sky,
I’m going to share some of my poetry
I write my poetry solely
Standing.
Coronavirus,
I am holding it in my hand,
I am only about to Cry
Here starts my sleepless night,
Still sitting on the moon,
I don’t want to compromise anything
I am lost and I find myself again.
I write my poetry for me
Coronovirus,
You have left me blind instantly.
I want to warm up my feeling
I’m seeing myself differently
I carve up my poetry between the twoI am not that distant
Always mine.
Not that close, anyway,
Always mine.
For me, I write
I just want to find my way
Conoravirus
This has been the worst day of my life.
Poetry in the rainfall
I love sitting out in the evening
sun afterwards
A thunderstorm in the night
How firm is, my life
My feelings were interfering with my rhythm,
And sight to hold,
This night, Rain will arrive
Alas, The wind will blow it out,
Like the many stars in the sky,
It gets up and sinks
Even more painful at night
I am hardly about to write again.
I am almost always writing
I am always right
I mean it is just so perfect
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