It is true

depending on the situation
depending on the time and place
It does not change
The time when people are asleep
The time of the truth game
The sound of darkness
knocks on the heart
and the eyes shine
Caparisoned
The shadow and
The prototype of High Noon

The time of love.

When looking at the forest
through the glass window

It is not the sound of the forest
The cry of love
Audible loudly and very loudly

When looking at lover
through the glass window

It is not the sound of lover
The cry of love
Audible loudly and very loudly

When looking at freedom
through the glass window

It is not the sound of freedom
The cry of love
Audible loudly and very loudly.

A chair
where someone had sat
a while ago
A quiet and warm place
where no one was present
An empty chair
covered in dust,
Next to it
the sound of birds
leaving their footprints
The traces left behind
gather together
soothing the chair
and shaking it
So a history that is not lonely.

Your backside
Your side
Your front
I see it all
Your wise days
Your rich days
Your happy people
I see it all.

Then that time
that place I
now
It has passed and changed
but the same.

A work of art
not price
value
because it can be changed
the world.

Imitators hate new things
Creationists hate old things.