Lilac-colored sunset,
evening willows by the lake,
a pearly smile
a limping man seen through the window
falls once again onto the asphalt.

A squirrel climbs into its tree hollow,
the flow of time never stops.
I fear an earthquake,
afraid to be crushed
beneath the weight of my concrete home.

A mother puts her child to sleep,
the child, sated by the sweet taste of milk,
closes their eyes.