A second.
Time that cannot be accelerated or delayed.
Imagine When morning comes, without the sun When evening comes, without dusk When night falls, without the moon and stars. If I ponder deeply It might feel A spooky atmosphere, it will support the cells in my brain. But this is a metaphor, to be conveyed To you And you And also you Even if some disagree However, let it be Just respond with a smile. That all of you Are my sun Are my sunset Are my moon and stars And you have the right to reject that perception. But, in truth All of you Are like the sun that adorns the tranquility of my morning Like the dusk teaching wisdom in my evening Like the moon and stars dispelling the darkness in my life. I wander Like the journey of an ancient, foolish traveler From the wilderness With unknown origins. Walking barefoot Along the muddy path Crossing the expanse of sharp, hot gravel Until entering the alley with towering buildings With the boisterous laughter of people who always maintain their dignity. Although, I must accept with sincerity Cripping full of curses As well as mockery and sarcasm Like a beautiful gift that tests my patience And increasingly challenging in turn Yet, I keep walking And walking While carving out my mark Even though my notes Are not as beautiful as those of poets To spread the scent of serenity And fragments of truth However, without any intention of arrogance Or expecting any praise Because I exist and am present without coercion. If every rhetorical word Becomes an ornament to your reading And you find it meaningful Take that meaning, for yourself If you like it I feel happy That is the only value of expression A form of satisfaction for me Nothing else. You don't need to know And indeed, you don't need to know How the reality of wandering atmosphere How imagination is stirred into the illusion of prose How the cracks of empty space are illuminated by charm Until the ocean shivers, rejecting every word. But what I must admit is About the unstoppable trembling of my heart I must spill it That all of you Are very special to me Present, providing perfection Like a holy lantern Fixing every space of my weakness Sometimes with a different dimension I can only say I like you. How cowardly I am If I don't convey Truly, eternity belongs to no one. Someday Tomorrow or the day after I will feel so empty Missing the morning sun Missing the afternoon and twilight Missing the moon and stars Because I will surely be gone And lost in time. This is the right time I remember everything A nostalgia that has happened Wandering with you With all of you, it's truly amazing. And feel About the moment of separation that comes silently No need to be picked up Cannot be delayed It will definitely happen Where the time of "nothingness" comes And always waiting for me The spirit will return to face the Creator One day Forgive everything.



This is profoundly beautiful 🖤
!Very thought provoking. Thank you