Poems of sorrow. One night.

One was that king
That night you are in my hands
Hand in hand with the future
Happiness in the eyes of imagination
Filled mouth
I was afraid of words
I don't know any unknown again and again
My little love boat in the storm
Broken into twisted pieces
I would break the chatpot myself
The stars in your eyes
Tonight you are mud
Sister dreams of absolute happiness
And I'm cutting jewelry
The stars of the sky alone become forests.