To endure a cruel day
after the prayer
sit on an old table
collect both hands
look out the window
like the rising sun
Hot and Cruel
the day begins
drinking a coffee scent
let's open the door of the day
with only heart
The quiet heart shakes
The turbulent sea,
i see an invisible workplace
Well -grilled
as the white bread pops out
"good morning"
Surprised by greetings
Like greeting me while eating
also i give a gesture to the day
it will be life.