Walking in the Park

I am walking in the park Near the way soil Partly hole.

Makes me remember the death. Over it some grasses,

Like life on the death.

Somewhere away

Comes the hum of the street; traffic.

There is life Here's death What tragic,

Tragicomic...

In the silence.

In the dusk light,

Only the voices of my steps.

I am walking to street side Walking to death,

Step, step.