I’d give all my
written words away
I’d donate all
my beautiful metaphors
All my figures
of speech
My rhyme
My free verses
My assonance
My allegories
I’d give away
All the yet
unwritten words
My silence
Its space
All my
punctuation marks
And spelling
errors
I’d give away
All my
between-the-line messages
To see her
bright face
But, in this
crazy epoch
When even the
night
Dyes its hair
This remains
just a dream.
