The night, extremely nervous, trembles at the first appearance of light Rolls up like an unclean curtain that obfuscated the dreams for too long In all this, the little events, like unkind apparitions, hovered around A world feels distressingly silent on the circumstances of man’s trouble Feeble supporting voices vanish like mysterious smoke, stifled breathing Scarlet skies are not the reflections of untroubled radiance or … Continue reading Unkind Hours