The always-departing-peopleExhausted luggages,
looted suitcases,
lost packages
are everywhere.
Cold wind blows
the forsaken clothes,
which was worn
sometime.
The warm coat might be
wearable so far,
after the long,
cold winter time,
but it can’t keep warm
itself,
every fur-line is
for nothing.Thrown away lifes
lay by the road,
under the bridge,
or near to the rails.
„Would you take care of it
till I’m away?Then she will never
come back.
