Once,
it was different.
The silence spreads,
I cannot bare to look.
Yet,
I open my eyes.
The morning is grey,
searchlights begin to sweep the sky.
The twilight seems like a canopy,
like a country of dark hills;
a tear rolls down my cheek...
Words, words, words-they do not reach me.
Once...
it was different..
Now...
it is quiet..
