10

what i am
time erases from time to time
what i write
the letters fade and what
comes back to my mind
is the blankness
of the wall

i have no complain about
the ways of this
eraser
in fact
that is the way how i want
myself to be

fresh to the waking up
of all hours
new to every eyes
horizons stretching
without end
roads flying roads
birds with four
to eight wings