This is a
reflection of the times to come, a remembrance of the sweet things
that comes to ones mind
Where does one
begin, does it start from the first whisper of the the morning breeze
Or does it start
from the early crow of the rooster, how does one listen to the
cricket's sound
does one manage to
hear the sparrows chirp, in the blaring sounds of the horn of the
carts that runs on oil
shall you lose your
innocence, or shall you lose your sanity
