Whoes shoes are they
Behind this door
wet and dirty
someone sleep on this carpet
...
Did not read my writings
I did not write lovely
That he could read
I dreaming raining
...
On the darkness night
It will die, a lighten lamp
It is so far
Morning is near
...
Night, silence, me
Shadows of silence
You do not know...
My spring has gone
...
Reading strong poem
A question fill in my mind
waste word, new one
He is behind table
...
I am thinking alone
About passed days,
And you are eating
You are writing
...
I go beside window
There is story, maybe a dream
staying behind these windows
A hopper all the morning
...
Empty
A gape in my mind
I read just some pages
Play words sonnet,
Rhythm of being
Reading is my habit
My mind outbreak
Maybe someone running,
Through
Through my wet mind