Poetry
His words or Yarat
Poem
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It is an ode to the nostalgia of my grandfather's bedtime stories, which sparkle like caterpillars at night.
Fireflies flutter
Like clean water driving fast
Through yellow sunlight
.
& Rests
Dusty gravel
Of chalk-like washed track
.
Monochrome exterior
Under the moon, chromazi
From lamp light
.
Later, I have a poem
So I keep his rhymes
Every word was broadcast
.
Through the weak frames of his eyes
A tongue that cannot speak its mind
However, I place each one carefully
.
Yet they float freely.
A distinguished campaign for scientific research
To look for a researcher inside
.
The next morning, I'd lose them all
Maybe she left it behind
To someone's ears in one night
.
And one another, every day in the log
The old soul frees itself
To the storytelling universe!
.
-But they turn on the light
-His words are like fireflies.
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