To the far-reaching border
No imaginative thread but dark hope
Beside the twinkling stars
No light standing but alone shadow
Through the leaked hole in the sky
No tears dripping but a thirsty tongue
Out of the hand of heart
I can kiss nothing but the liquor of a poem
Wanderer on the forlorn way of rhythm
No eyes
No dream
No night
No day
No breath
No blood
No ink
No.... no... nothing....
© Sultan Deen
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