My Fear

In the sweet days I fear the day to come,
I look at the red eyes with trembling hands
The future is a lie, a mystery;
Don’t give up a reckless look too soon.
When the sun is pure, sleep with the broken ear pressed to the pillow
The monstrous words block the rough path
So that the forehead can rest for a long time.

Thanks to @Dreamer 🤍