I'm a cold stranger,
a wild animal.
A silent guest
standing in rain,
on a concrete pavement
of the capital
A passive observer
with a golden interior,
thrown on this strange shore
Voices & noises all
around
Stares like raindrops
on the sparrow's feather
A silent wanderer
in this far country
where I don't belong
My soul bends dangerously
at sight of smiles
it gets crushed &
crumbled
by sounds of the world
Gold bleeds on gray concrete
A shot in the skull -
brief
Loud moment
Meat lies dead
And bursts of colours,
flocks of
birds, flowers & herbs,
exotic scents fly out
of the head
or cage