On the doors
shut from within,
Calling without a name,
the winter has come.
The winter has come
With all the allergies
With all the disgrace
With all the distance
emerging out of nowhere,
this is no more a season
of moments to celebrate,
nor of moments to lament,
But to shrink down
as much as you can
to the core of your
very existence.
A life under the shadow.
Steal anything you eat.
Ocean is the bottom line.
Of the weary?Have you everStilled the tearOf the fearful,The timid, little kid?Have you everBound a stick of supportTo a broken twigOf a plant in theNeighbour’s yard?But I have-For I am a friend.A rea time friendAnd a neighbour to allBorn on this planet.
It also starts floating,for it is the go of the world-The one that would ruleover the othermust have the numberto outnumber.
The genius of all times.
