Inside the concrete of the city
The sound of the face is inside the sound
Come back to a dew graduation morning
From frozen groves
The birds of the sky
The color of the imagination comes in the afternoon,sometimes it is rare
Over the throes of the wilderness,
Medieval neglected modern drag
The memory of the hungry boy comes in the city
Crossing the lane.
Wondered by the discovery of the cut-
The chair is dragged
His eyes on his eyes and eyes
Ethiopian oil salt in the ground rubbed the boy
The survival of the land-
Water peacock dance.
