Background noise,
of the chinese bells,
still objects made from,
butterflies and seas
story of existence
and the questions
in silence,
they say ” do not disturb”
Here lies the dreams,
across those streets of life,
in the yellow house,
in perfection, with
picture of ocean and
messengers of destruction,
the howling winds,
of times and ignorance,
clearing away,
the yellow house!

kashkin