Saturday, January 04, 2014

i turned it off
as i have now preferred
a little silence

this is the probe
whether life is moving
towards a right
direction

it's all sorrow with you
speaking in ciphers

decoding you is
getting hard
i may crack and
break to pieces

i open the window
to see what morning is

a line of trees
a rain
and empty road
a black bird
roosting upon
a branch without leaves

it is a lonely world
i know
but we have no other

it is a cold day
and my sweater is missing
i shall open an old book
and start the chapter
that i left.

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