The bitter sheets are alive
Which is now closed the dawn which began to dim
As if no human beings are capable
Treading the crisis of the living eye
Not anymore….
Like his morning life
There are still droplets of peaceful weeding
Bitter life
Seam teak leaves
And not anymore ..
Like life in the middle of the day
Which is still too warm to be inspired
A revelation coming down from the divine
But…
For those who live in the afternoon
Can only divide
The memories of the self-pinned story
Who will go along with laughter lonely laughter
Leave the trail later on
Let..
Life without the dullness of the day
Explore the longitude & longitude of the day
Leaving the crisis the eye of life
Which has been increasingly strangle themselves
