Gray people…gray day.
Cold drops of rain.
Crying tries –
Black birds across the sky.
Under broken umbrellas.
Lost in their thoughts.
Three bright yellow lilies,
Wrapped in a wet piece of newspaper,
Gently hold in an old man’s hand…
Delicate flowers, wrinkled skin.
The beginning and the end.
The beauty … lost of it…
Bits of moments…countdown.
What’s their story? Maybe life…
Three yellow lilies…
We still breathe under a blue sky.
The world is new, the eyes awaken …