Still in a closed drawer, secure
Lots of postcards,
Angry stickers, broken buns,
Twenty-five coins,
Blue-headed smiling girl,
Sister to a bubblegum
Looking for a search,
Maybe still in a cave
Gold-leaf parrot
That was the life of
That terrible monster,
We were afraid of,
World's Fair
Let us split one by one
Childhood friends,
Looted kites, living bricks
Colorful clips, naughty catapults
Angel's magical rod,
Houses on the shoulders
Now do not bounce,
The craft on the roof,
No longer spreading in the courtyard,
The lazy sunlight of the winter
Slowly becomes dark,
Beautiful colors of old picture
Like the eyes of grandmother
Our eyes are
Beyond the circumference
The colors of dreams
Are changed one by one
With changing seasons
With changing needs
And one by one
Go out of the eyes, bow down
Sweet weather colors
Some smiling handkerchief
Sour tamarind,
Do not know how many nights
How many winds of the east
How many dawns
Uncultivated rains
Are imprisoned in red circles
And are replaced by it
At least this is a deep
Recycling bin of oblivion
The dark black hole,
All the non-essential
Things that end in
And we are not aware
We do not know
And someday
In the deep bin of obliteration
I will also join
And the world
Will know Nothing.
