Poetry

Peak is high
The snow covers the mountains
It is soft and untouched
The winds float lightly
Warmth on the front
Start, sun line
Mother makes a tired child supper
Descending
Penetrating all
Rivers roam side by side
City lights keep flow
Businesses become bankrupt
Men leave their jobs and find a new one somewhere else
Country farms worship passing
Mills churn
Nature imparts wares
Prerequisite for sediments
Oomph absconds
Faceless ride and enjoy
Depart for there is link
Formidably isolated
Isolating rapport
Nostalgic masses drink of the sweet nectar
No one stirs when everyone is gone
The rivers flow
The tree rests and blisters
The roots run far under
Reflective liquid surges
Back onto itself
Flames touch all and die
New countries arise out of ash
A war begins and all is consumed
One promotion with a superb surge
Provoked to the heavens
Divinity flies and alights upon partial regards
Manipulative yield by no means
Lonely river burns in deficient liberation
Densely ceaseless compulsion
Opaque monotony on an elderly generation
Mumbling man walking down the road
Fumes spit from the smokestacks
Seamstress drops a needle in the barn
She leaves and does not sew
An old dog lies on the floor
It sleeps and dreams of a march hare
A young boy draws a cartoon
As if he had been doing it all his life