BEAUTIFUL TWILIGHT MOMENTS

Two thousand twenty two
Has kicked
Twenty Twenty one
From his position

But somehow
I keep getting hit
The stings of anxiety
No stopping

From the middle horizon
Missing airs
At home
How many years
abandoned

However
From the eastern horizon
Still holding the steps persistently
Because of the fingers
Still not grasping the dignity

Who knows
where
I have to choose

Longing is getting hotter
Take me home

However
Shout out
Past insults
Still shaking in my chest

who promised
Won't go home
Before reaching
The peak of glory