Seen through the meadow

Grazing all the fresh

She is waiting for her partner

Who is ripped for the flesh…

Like a newly build house

Filled with echo in the room

Is waiting for its owner

To fill itself with wood…

A man on the roadside

Wishing for hands

He is waiting for the unknown

take his blank eyes across…

Millions of dry grains

Together roam in the dry

Waiting for the wind

And fly towards the sea