Friday, October 18, 2024

FOUR IN THE MORNING

my heart is hoarse, my eyes suddenly open
I have a prayer that wakes me up at four in the morning 
It is such a silent prayer 
only God hears
falling asleep in the place where my sentences, 
which I can not even put a period to, wander.
Who knows which word I gaze upon?
I wonder.

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