On this indecisive night
you cursed me
become a poet of love
who lines up the words
to the spaciousness of your heart
The wind roared behind my ears
with the ground shaking
and we continue to be strangers
You're standing
on the second floor balcony
counting innocent stars
accompanied by the silent roof of the sky
Not long after,
you mumbled 'I appreciate your love
who surpassed Marcapada.'
March 31,2024
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