Moments passing by,
trying hard to write.
I feel the pain, to feel alive.
A kind of blue, coming
from a distant place.,
Outside the slum lords,
dance across the sky.
And swarm into the night,
to steal a kiss.
But words, remain words –
a samurais sixth sense.
For all mights sake –
this is not the end.
Between mountains
and forest trees.
I have seen the ocean
A farewell, to a
departing time.