One day a flashing light from the deep night entered into my bed room through the window..
I was given me the story of a burning popy star lost in the space.
That day, I was awake doing the words about to recite.
The sky was falling in the pen.
Wearing a garland of tenderness in love.
In mourning of the suddenly isolated starts.
Does the sky lament?
Or is it the sky like a human being?
Leaving alone on the way to becoming known.
Be good to you as a stranger and go away with time...
The vastness of the sky and man's humanity
Both are questions in a message.
The characteristics of that Vastness are lost
The day the sky doesn't grieve for stars.
The existence of human beings remains stagnant in the sand of time.
The day people give up their hands to the helpless.
