During the nights.
That seems like a bright night.
With not a soul around.
Just me alone under the shining light.
...
In the late afternoon and twilight,
Garden flowers glow in the night.
Footbal pitch still visible in no light,
Every night with the stars under the moonlight.
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Homeless
During the nights.
That seems like a bright night.
With not a soul around.
Just me alone under the shining light.
Where there is a moon as my only company.
How sleepless days has it been?
How many days has it passed
by that I have to search for a shelter?
Just me alone like a person without a soul.
It is very exerting
to even open a mouth to ask for food.
Even though I'm starving
and thirsty as my body rots and stinks.
How long will I survive.
How much longer will I remain as a homeless.
As if life has make a joke out of me.
Since our body doesn't own our soul.
Just liek a shadow without a life.
Spoken like a person who does not sleep.