Indeed on this immoral street
I was searching the moral
the scenes like the cloth
covers the wet although
the branches on one another
captures the light indeed
and the street all day
seems like the evening
the darkness all around
more the eyes all dark
not seeing any thing
which i could touch and feel
hoping for the light
as i am aware of the branches
move on through the street
with my eyes dark
the hands in the pocket
without afraid of any thing
moving on through the street
hoping for the bright light