“A Poet, A Loneliness” by UM Aldrin


The sky above as black as the silent crow

I greet the heavenly bodies

I string the words from its quietness

 

Morning is a hope that will be born

I celebrate the light

I string the words from its enthusiasm

 

Sun is an eye that inspired shine

I sculpt the sweat

I string the words from its passion

 

Dusk is a thought that make us rest for a while

I’m losing the sigh

I string the words from its tiredness

 

My body is tightened with loneliness

Maybe so with your body inside

It is pretty fun to throw away some loneliness

Write it down, or you just can keep it deep inside