A Sundown Over the Castle
No idea how long will it last
fetish on that nameless femmina?
Water is bulging under the bridge.
Puffing sound of passing gust,
I can hear, boats are rocking.
A pale white girl is swirling on the swing
the elapsed master is playing his trombone
on the street. Passerby are tossing coins.
Lovers in the shadowy park, holding each other hands
are watching the aged Sun recede.
I am panting
time is dwindling fast, dark is dossing slow.
The night light is switched on.
Getting smacks on my cheeks ,my fever has gone
but I am still quivering bared alone.
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