Little by little you were
hiding
the eyes of the hunter
are in so much pain now;
I get what you hold
is never in common.
Oh, you look like a beauty
which remained hidden
in dark;
there’s a reason why
these eyes can’t carry
a whole part...
Piece by piece I look now
these dark trees are
welcoming now.
Tell me what more magnificent
can be?
Each word,
your praise
I think I will swallow
you in this mere darkness.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC