Night Falls Poem by Outhman Boutissan

Night falls
Desert your body
For a drink
Or two of water to your heart
The sky lights up its stars
Maybe he's waiting for someone
Dinner!
I am curious to know
Who is invited!
Sand walked on the sand
Hearing the voice of a siren
Plunging with her ​​bare breasts
At the bottom of a sad poem
And I, the fisherman
Who has caught nothing
The thirst of love canvas!
Night falls
And I'm still standing
I await the arrival of your shadow
It's cold in my heart
The sun is shining with joy!
Without knowing why
Maybe he celebrates your arrival
On the edges of my thirst
Night falls
Me and the fisherman
Who has caught nothing
Or the love of your heart
Neither shadow of your arrival
My canvas is empty hopeless!