Battlefield

Where are the flowers going?

They are picked away by girls

Where are the girls going?

They marry youngsters

Where are the youngsters going?

They become soldiers

Where are the soldiers going?

They are buried into tombs

Where are the tombs going?

They are covered by beautiful flowers

Cheering and appreciating colors the contributions heroes achieved

We stand still at the edge of moving poems and extend our fingers

It’s right

It’s wrong

Unfortunately the inward world is involved in the smokeless war

Storm always emerges after the surrounding quieting down

Reality is the same

I pray

Expect the time will stay

Because

You are my eternity