Nyctophile

I found a grave in the heaven

Someone called its a life pit,

Someone chew this word in their mind.

Then, i met a man with hoary face

Eyes seems like river with gurgle

See a halter in his lanky arms.

Faded flowers are bloom in grazing land.

Tears are coming out from tender sand.

The sky shows its scattered stars,

They blink with their painful scars.

Rattle sound is dancing in the silence.

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