life is life

it comes as it goes

there’s nothing to regret 

though she gets her shoes clean from snow

she gets back to it

so that she gets her shoes clean again

what’s weakness and what’s strength

was he weak since he was not able to

face love

when sky goes to pieces

it always snows

the love and sorrow are mixed up

in one little spot in nowhere

a taste of love at her fingertips

a smell of sorrow in her head

when she puts herself

into separate boxes somewhere in dirt

she keeps her mouth closed