Autumn leaves float
in the morning breeze
giving percussions to
chirping birds.
Cotton wool flies in the fog
blending with the mist
There you see a lad
corner in the down town
with torn linen
seated knees flexed
head resting on knees
Virgin rays brings warmth
yet being destroyed
By winter breeze
The chest wall has no move
ventricles in asystole
skin has run dry
tears freeze corner of eyes.
The wind blown from the history
Brought him to the future.
Hope!
It would be delightful departure
goodbye to the ‘life’.
