GENE

kind god
drowned in sea

she
the prostitute sacrifice her life
on waves...

the silent sun

her childrens
scream echoed in that old busstand?

i lost the thread of love
i cryed....?

they cremated her
her life became ash....

my life trumbling
about that childrens
what will be ther future?....

their ID
THEIR GEne?
their faces r always walking
in my dreams......

while in the sea roar
i concidor
she try to tell
the history of her chidrens gene?

evening sun
peeping my window
i stope ths poem here.....