Twisting lonely moment

 

Sounds of time

in a distant clutter

of the dark night

 

my children

they laugh

they cry

but there life

does not touch mine

 

the gale wind

blows

but for where

the rain never falls

the desert flower

doesn't grow

 

The cold wind

of winter

does beckon

 

The winds scream

in the snow

in some moments

deeper truths are known

 

but now

it is hell

growing old