Such This Way Missing
In the pocket of chest
live there many poems,
summer has gone on its path
rainy, autumn and late autumn too
winter is smiling on the quay of sailing
withered leaves of last winter
in the dark grave of absent mind
oh the virus devoured the breaths
and gulped the abreast diction porously
poems are missing
with the withered leave of time;
such this way missing the love
-27/10/19 CTG, BD
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