Deep within the blank, dull sky
up above the shallow clean waters
showing the reflection of the demonish red moon, right above the pond , straight up and high
is the moon today red ??
or in water, of dead bodies, is a crawling and curling bed??
the strange , sharp, annoying noises
the intrigue, shivering voices
marks of the sharp, big nails
the tiny black eyed birds, the crawling snails
suddenly comes there, the broken track
on which yesterday's train had derailed
seems the silence of this place,...