When poetry has legs
Two winds and one air
Comes down up to my stair
Mournfully asks its self
And run down into a large wall
That my soul looks like standout wall
It stands and never surrenders
When hell comes over all
Turned hot as if flickering ocean
And spindling within rocks
Hearing the sound of the tide
Came close to a deserted place
Nothing to see but the skies
And the ground is small like a mouth of spoon
One newborn sees the light
Other is dead never has the tomb
In a cemetery where he was born
What should ask a gain?
A flock of birds veiled the sun
Once went back and once went on
O, human, you are strange
Among wolves always deceit
Would eat your flesh and your bones
And here my body flirts with my soul
And my heart is expanded as a large world
Picked up somewhere near crossroads
By a woman who hanged herself