Discrete Strings

1

Drops of rain

like the neuron chain

mix in the wind with memory drain.

2

Sounds are blurred

but the Sight is clear.

I try to speak but no one hear.

3

Open the window

let the sunlight in.

Let me see what you have seen.

4

By my wall I stand alone.

Close is the window

where the shadows moan.

5

I lock myself

in the prison of fate.

I drop my letters at the heaven's gate.

6

Thoughts I think

and the dreams I dream

are filling into Discrete Strings!!!