Pieces
Walk away from the smoke
Let it follow
Let the rain kill it
Hysterical pieces of the past
What does it matter
Who cares
Walk away from the smoke
Of a fire in the rain
Look up
A blue window
Installed with picture pleasures
The hair of a woman
Walk away from the past
Watch the fire
Forget feelings
Some thoughts lie around us like a shroud
A low lying cloud
Some words, so gentle
Stick behind the eyes
Some stars always hang over home
Some memories are all that is left and pass into stories
That finally no one want’s to hear.
