The short verse is the longest

The short verse is the longest
Therefore, there is no end to it.
A paragraph of unfinished illusions,
The pages of life in the binding of the day.

A love story in a novel,
It looks like a diary.
It formed the basis of the description,
It's like flipping through a draft again.

Blurred ink, like a glare,
They remained black and white.,
How the night light is on in the dark,
A reflection on a shelf of dusty books.

Left by the legacy of the dumb,
There are a lot of dots, there are commas in the message,
All in one road,
Transforming the free verse.

The old man will read with the rest of his memory
Pages yellowed by age,
In a hoarse voice , not in a scream,
Remembering the years: there was a moment,

Where it was just for a reason,
Hope for tomorrow, trembling naked,
She evaporated through my fingers like water,
The cold winter became a happy fate.

Where the horizon does not see the sky,
Fatigue awaits after the rain,
On a foggy morning in September,
Covering the roads, yellow foliage.

It's like ashes from a bonfire.
Gone forever forever,
Leaving a little bit behind
Traces of life, warmth of love.

See everything, but without looking,
It's like a dream in a mirror
Visible without face reflection,
She's naive and stupid.

Empty, like forgotten words,
Hopeless, maybe short,
In flight, a brightly fallen star,
On the arrows half an hour later.

There will never be a yesterday.,
This morning, then the evening of the day,
It happened like the day before yesterday,
Where time will remain without sleep.

The space of the wind filling the sails,
At ease from nowhere to nowhere,
Separation will give us rain,
Storing emotions inside.

Silence will become a fog
The secret abyss of the end,
Which has no bottom,
There's infinity and her.

Folding my feelings, sitting by the window,
After thinking about it a lot, saying something
To myself inside myself,
Hopefully, without bitterness and anger.

The short verse is the longest,
Therefore, there is no end to it.,
Lots of emotions, words of love,
Because life is given to us alone!

I know you're reading, but I'm writing.,
That's why you forget about a lot of things.,
Staring into the void,
Reading love alone in philosophy.

You go over everything with your eyes.,
Without skipping a single column,
Sometimes you banish it in your mind.
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