Midnight calm

When the voice of my pen plays, words bear fruit and letters bloom, and the symphony of love begins to rise, its hymns echoing on the surfaces of lines. There, where "midnight calm" dominates that city that is empty of competitors chasing after life. There, where the noise of people and cars decreases, I find myself wandering alone carrying many questions in my mind searching for their answers among dark roads. Lost, roaming in search of the self that I lost with the last message.. Lost trying to rise after being exhausted by the stabs.. There was a girl, as soon as her fingers touched, my heart melted with love for her and revived all the flowers that were about to perish. She was the compass of life… she was my directions… she took me to the borders of the sun, we roam on the world map sometimes in the east and sometimes in the west fleeing from everything that disturbs the serenity of this love as if we do not know the impossible.