Its my last call
The curtain is closing...
How scraped these streets are tonight.
These streets are exhausted from the exertion and...
Two is a good number
Because you are not lonely at least...
I've lost all these years
for I am not going to...
The urge of telling
the biggest tales even when...
Everything is mounting.
Everything is rising...
_ The shrub is gone
the roots are ruthlessly rotted...
and I thought to myself....
is there a place for ones story...
In this barren forest
where fires fiercely clashed...
"Now." is the current
not floating with the river...
They remain distant
that is the reason they could...
Beauty and youth
have no choice...