Some Pictures, Some Words

A sleeking sharp knife Piercing an apple color morning of impeccable beauty Running fast in the noise of the colony Someone calls out from the roof- Oh, vile fox gang, release the immovable human hands A few poor people float lazily past the ear Smelling the fragrance of steaming rice. The Tufan mail runs away emitting huge black smoke Severe shortness of breath in the chest One has only one's own shadow companion - the godly creature Having eaten meat and marrow group of tailless jackals leave.