Walking deep in thoughts in park alley
reflecting on my lost past,
having questions about my present
and a future in a dust.
...
“My dear love,
You have not written me a while,
it’s been almost a year,
but I always see your smile
...
She came to see me when I was alone last night.
She maybe felt I need her by my side.
She didn't say a thing, looked at me,
sat on my bed and let me be.
...
It was long ago, when I was born
as it was everybody else.
Mom told me, I was crying a lot.
Others liked it, I guess?
...
The night is conquering the realm
with slowly creeping fog,
the gentle whisper of the wind
is cut with barking of a dog.
...
The leaves were falling, making graceful pirouette,
joining already many in the multicolored bouquet,
still looking fresh and yellow, not tore and brown,
but not for long, once fallen down?
...
The first beams appeared, coloring the hills in mellow.
The morning silence was pierced by a horse bellow.
Above the hungry vultures hovered the clear sky.
Coyotes prowled around, what better time to die.
...