Silence

Too bright and colorful was a night,
While I walked with my hands in my lonely pocket,
Silence was descending from sky, when eye
Could feel white clouds covers all stars,
And this was the moment I stopped,
Something,
Something fearful was in my heart
And in my hand I was empty.

- You are tired . . .
And smiled.

- Nothing more . . .
And I looked to followers, everywhere
White followers, why these
Ghosts cover my night?
And I wandered again in the dark
Toward my path.

Something was . . .

And nothing left behind,
Worlds was empty,
Night was dark.

Soodaroo
First of the August 2004





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