Mistral Air Conditioner

triad alone, eyes, silence

Let

hours locked up in the room

mature

the sidelines and watching the screen

raining outside

heavy drops fall

and I feel alone

echoing in the dark

rest on the edge

tonight

of my throne

a King of silence

covered with clouds ideological

surrounding caricatures

confused thoughts

and mask of terror

eyes looking at me

face

but strange

(see the two columns separately and then mix them in one poem has a plot of 3 works well, try)



Let
hours locked up in the room
ripen on the sidelines and watching the screen

raining outside

heavy drops fall and I am only echoing

rest in the dark on the edge of this night

of my throne a king of silence

strewn with clouds surrounding
ideological caricatures

confused thoughts and mask of terror.
eyes looking at me face

but strange!

daventi