The Lamp Of Night
Every night the lamp on my table lights the book of poems that I'm reading from ages. Full of knowledge and imaginations, while going through pages I start at random but always end up at one, the special one, about her, only her. And I read that one again and again, begin and again until my eyes give up on my heart and brain.
by Abhinav Maurya
Gracias poetas para Creando un suplemento a mi corazón dolorido, la poesía.
The knights of peaceful sleep.