Nidra
By Lufty Better Swaka

The roar of the night henyak me from my thoughts ...
The crescent began to peek interrupted during the leafless twig ...
Formed the framework claw tub that wants to tear anterior fontanelle ...
Being presumptuous I stared blankly in a fantasy ...

Bedside mute who is no longer organized ...
Wish there were stop for a moment to accompany ...
Hawa slumbering figure plain and radiant ...
There will wake up to the dawn begin to appear later ...

My dream would nidra of nirvana ...
Bringing a hunk of bright red hearts ...
Kan kissed the shoulder level and then stroked spoiled ...
I made sure nobody would be able to stop the language of taste ...

Ah ... it's just a fantasy comic ...
There never was nidra of nirvana ...
Let alone the sign I put myself happy ...
I hugged tightly in each sigh breath ...