a wintry night
dusk skips early
a dark page of invisible cold spears
crouching creatures versus season at parley
silent yet the world hears
Hard and heavy, our nature bears.
Dining with an enemy
a definition of hell not of fire
Praying to utter no blasphemy
Or my judgements could come dire
8pm comes like ten
midnight seem like past
5am already expecting the sound of a hen
it's not a must
prolonged darkness of torture
nature outside freezes,
Humans inside dread recapture
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
silent but the world hears.......underpinned the key message