Gasping cautiously
yet not everyone survived...

The gales howled down
out of my house...

You brought in peace
by leaving...

Transparent water bottles
smell of fresh books...

I do not wish to forget
how you rise in the morning...

I heard voices
in your silence...

People seldom return
Seasons never cease to leave...

My starting verse
a thorough beginning...

The birds didn't chirp today
but I heard them...

Sitting opposite to a blue wooden window,
far enough so that breeze won't sneak on me...

Misfortunes will become fine artwork
and time a slab to display...

War was an awakening
a rouse from my slumber...