Evening , Swirling night winds
Crossed my path of determination,
Oh! Now the eye starts to weep
For the rest, for the piece of peace,
Nothing left , except my hand
With a pen , beside scrambled notes.
Deep goosebumps day's night,
No dreams , no sounds , no liberty,
No words , everything uttered and
Now became sigh of my air,
In those 20 minutes , Alam agitated,
My hand near the phone always snooze it,
I knew it is again going to throw
The part of disco ni8 at evening,
My hand dancing with somber ,
My head drinks softy pillow,
My legs in four shape,
My heart debted to my cornered eyes,
At the eve, My heart and my eye
The day and the night
have exquisite sex,
No , I want to open once or never ,
I...