Papers

The Silent white grave, Muted chirrups of sparrows Fallen petals of Green dreams Just put your ear very close Hear the last melodies Sung by a cuckoo. Gaze at the White surface See the last steps of grassy dances! Just Smell it, Feel the last blooming of a jasmine! A forest is sleeping inside a paper. You are strange Creature! Same as a human, Writing poems about forests, trees, worms, rivers, and leaves. Pretending not to see That you are writing on a white grave! Killing the word “Sincerity” Burying the corpse of a forest!