Poetry by Arda Barut

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As they all fall asleep
The moon rises high
Goggling about
Its psychotic eye

And into their abodes
The moonlight oozes
Inspecting weakness
Where it so chooses

Suddenly they awake
And shiver in fright
And the sun burns fear
To conquer their plight

Slaving under the sun
For one thing they wait
The shroud of nightfall
Where dreams formulate

Gravity 

I know that you despise it 
When I burn into your gravity
I know I cannot ask you
To burn for me with sanctity
So I shall swing around
Swing to some eternity
Where cold hope hangs aloof
For your return to me

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