Sleepless nights of the poet

Posted: 17/07/2023

Another dark silent night,  Again, a poet thinks and writes. This poet is surrounded by fruit, wine, strong> It gradually perishes and loses its way..

Hey writes about love and reveals his pain No one knows her secret It says that love is the home of sorrow Whoever looks at the poet is crazy..

In fact, this poet is very intelligent, Just an arrow through the heart, Every word he says makes me think His eyes tear up as he writes his pain..

He says there is no love, what is love? Bring such a stat of love that Let there be only joy, no pain, He says then I won't drink wine..

I open a new page Then I will repent of drinking.. I will remove sadness from my heart, I will welcome joy into my heart.

Then I will love like lovers, I am as faithful to the oath! The poet talks endlessly about love, The more I listen to it, the more I get confused..

Love tortures many, I think there are very few people who like pure hearts.. many people think that time is guilty, It turns out that people actually change.

The poet thinks right, says right, Let me confirm the word poet.. In a couple of lines, write what I say, People who read, think a little.

try not to break your heart, May God help us...

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