Write, for example, 'The night is shattered and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'
The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.
The night is shattered and she is not with me.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.
Her voice. Her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.