Here in a cool room.
Door,window and yarning loom.
Crying birds that need food.
Outside the door another room.
Another hour very soon.
What was that silent boom.
Castng shadows with the flowing time.
Paper said,"another crime".
So I return into my womb.
That which I call, the silent room.
Here to sit and watch the noon moon.
Rain-drops calling with the thunder boom.
So it all comes to an end.
Cry I can ,if I see a friend.
What is that word of life.
Hold your own-TAKE ANOTHER BITE.
