stealth

The sky is dull , here
as a lecture without a vision
In the borderline,a marriage proposal
    hovers over this mosaic land
there is a leaf falling a leaf that ever falls
               into a leafy pond
Here is a boy , dives into the network
and the college is on
An eternal college

torn

Mother goes without a shadow of  resemblance
eye of a resemblance
the shadow grows without a mother
Tear

Husky

It's not that we are living a dead life
We are living the life of the dead
Poetry and the coffin
Poetry , is always,in the coffin

road

someone's walk

a keen moist eye

becomes mine