you, and your sad songs me, with my good byes the sunset the dress our foot steps us, and our miseries words, i cannot bear thoughts you cannot share sentences become hums silence become memories
Metros of the dark are fearless But closed are their eyes To the human miseries. Visions limited to human Shrinks one's body to a grass. No say in the global destiny Firmly rooted on the land. No hurricane plucks it But direct every other grass in the neighbor A global envelope, sealed at sunlight May we all rest and live in peace Where ever our feet touch the earth.
