Halsho Zangana

Those fireflies around the lantern...
They know their fate.
yet, they are in haste
to burn and waste
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I get lazy when a dream of you is being delivered
to me, I find awakening a difficult task,
as I see you in the vision,
bringing a flood of fire,
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Red colors...
Remind me of the forgotten sunsets.
Red, like the cheeks of a shy flower, innocent.
Floating on the Clouds, Swaying in the dark.
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I sank the room in the dark,
and lit the candles one by one,
but the romance won't fill air,
till the waiting is done.
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For nights my dream is missing,
till now I'm obsessed thinking,
yet, no way to start looking
for prints of a harmonic foot.
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A daylight sets off for fading and fading,
and starts to make a poet wander dreaming.
A rainbow, a poem, in my mind awakening,
to remind me that you're my moonlight.
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It was somewhere under the moonlight,
where I could see those eyes full of rhyme.
Where I could rhythm those lips,
by a flow of love, by tender and a kiss.
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You come, with the breeze of night,
and it is my corpus of candles,
you come, and ignite.
I see your soft skin, which reflects like the moon,
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A ten years old, curious boy asked an old man:

'Hey mister, why have you grabbed, under your weak shoulder, a cane? '

The old man answered with eyes staring at the view of sun's abate:

'Son as there are no dears left for me, and every second I get older.
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Always waiting faced the gate
that you might break through,
yet you delay the dawn.

There is not a vent in the walls,
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I wandered in a garden alone, carrying a blunder on my own.
Among the yellow and greens of God, shame was my glory and crown.

Under a blue glassy sky, staring dumbly wondering why
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The moon and the sun
crept to me
in an atmosphere of red sunset.
I was amidst a terrible piece of writing...
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I have been waiting for you long enough inside my mind,
Yet, I know not who you are,
or which soul can save you from that rusty cage.
You who I ever dreamt of...
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Blue color is what I hate,
even the feathery snowflakes.
I despise the breeze that comes
dulls the mind, cuddles the soul,
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I stared at the moon, numbly.
Lips can't move, images come quietly.
Glowing redness. Glittering senses, ignite...
Within my soul, the lone thread of light!
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Tears grow
from the depth of my heart,
and they bloom...
Alas! They bloom to the sky
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The sun sets, but you ignite
my senses when you appear.
Your hand comes like a breeze
It calms, numbs, and freezes
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