The lips are moving.

Something comes out, and in

at the meal.

 

Without thinking too much

a natural ageing,

a weekday is suitable,

every now and then

even amazing.

 

People have died,

injured too.

The caring inside can't help it.

Misplaced lives for the millionth time.

 

A presence of helplessness,…

statement!

 

The witness in the window

stands in front of the mirror.

 

A little rain sounds weird,

but

see how it goes.

 

Go on with your lives.

So sad, people have died.

An unnecessary fight.