Falling Passion Poem by Dan Uriel

the broken chair is to collect
and credit for not giving a fruit
where and who are you alive
where and what to mature their fate

the accuracy of light if extinguished
quietly listening to the active parts
tell me what mature their fate
when life will remain as a small child

tell me what to ripen its fate
searching when you fall asleep
how it will ripen in the destiny
perhaps a distant light to grow

life, even if you have lived abandoned