Form of Darkness-1
hasan mehedi

Putting aside the night in the lanes and alleys
Declines persistent winds.

Darkness is dips in the death-sleep chest,
still I wish to come up in the hard crooked broken hill,
plenty convoy of courage.

I want to melt away in sandy glisten cold
nascent toned of flying birds over all the windows .
The mystery of the source stream colored Screen slide.

From dawn to dawn, crepuscular light; intention to float in the sky.