A Song for the Wind
let’s unnest the idle story
write again on the tired wall
before time elapses farther,
for the nightmare of the afternoon
dares to entertain itself
on the pulse of eloquent deceits,
casting shadows over one eyes
only to return blinded
calling for true colors
unable to grasp
the sky.
ATUNIS GALAXY POETRY 
ah, amazing write, dear poet. wish more success.