Black Holes

There are supposedly black holes
in our head.
sometimes we face with sad things,
and they escape to these holes
we forget them.
but how pity,
they run out like insects piling on light
when the weather is dark!

The Song of Peace

On the ground,
a man is walking,
a soldier driving his tank,

there are flowers
on both sides of the road
noone sees the flowers

the man is killed
his family cries,
and so do the flowers.

the soldier is killed,
his family cries,
and so do the flowers.

the man and the soldier,
meet beneath the ground,
and grow flowers
in an eternal garden...

the road is empty
there are no men,
nor soldiers
just flowers,
waving in the evening breeze,
singing the song of peace,

But nobody hears it!