Modern poetry dusk

There is a cloud in the west.

Two burning candles

Baked roll

Red goose

Facing the warm wind

Freeze on the eyeball at dusk

That's a monologue about the candle burning itself.

Intense lava

Burning all day.

Now everything is boiling.

Night is a burning cloud.

This is cloud fire

Mottled dome

Like a broken skull.

Such a big head

I felt a twinge of uneasiness.

It is wisdom.

This is a genius idea.

My face is covered with blood.

That red goose

It is a bride whose body is dyed red by dusk.

I want to dye her more red with blood.

This excites me.

Please drink more.

I won't be stingy

Do your best.

Not a drop remains.

Blood is all over your body

Blood-sucking made her even crazier.

I just know/I just realized/I just found out.

After blood is darkness.

Darkness is redder than blood.

Waving the wings of the night

The horizon in the evening gathered the last ray of light.

Ah, my tired eyes