In the space ,quietly and lonely
Looking at the light, there is nothing.....
but there is only black distort
Beautiful in the night and beautiful in bitter
How it differrent?
Everything is fraud,it falling under time
What is the imprisonment?
Alonely?
Sadly?
Lovely?
2.
The hourglass falling slowly.
Identity of time.
I cannot feeling them.
Broken frame.
Shining light of the morning.
She stay on the bed and dreaming
to the dialect.
Nobody side by side.
When she get up,she walk
to the balcony and water the flower.
The room is quiet and destroyed quiet
by the sound of water at the balcony.
She greeting the flowers.
She talk with the flowers.
She smile with the flowers.
From Chinnaphong my friend.
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