Poem : “Stop,” they are begging

Some people stand, Some people sit, Others put their head lower than their hips One word comes out of their mouth "Stop," they are begging And it stops Dawn always come before the dark Orange before purple Purple before black canvas And night always has stars And "stop," they said once again Then it stops … Continue reading Poem : “Stop,” they are begging


Poem : Past

It’s all grey As I’ve sold my body to took all the pain that chained me release me from revenge   I just remember water flow And little sight of fluttering curtain A high-pitch music I misheard as sermon   Rainbow looks red Color of blood Expectation and misery Wisom and eternity