21 Century

Oh, 21^st Century I would never come back in time.

World is changing so fast, almost faster than me.

I give out myself to the world with an open door.

How I live and what I do is only a drop

Of tears on the dry desert ground.

 I am just a product of the new,

A shadow described with numbers ready to disappear

With the new bleak sunset of a dying planet.

A.K.

Waiting for winter

The mist is rising from the lowland
I glimpse it through my window's stains
Decay of leaves underlines a deep blend
Of smells. Soil changed arteries for veins.

Another feeling of contrast.
What we have waited so long, the end.
First snow will cover the lust,
The nature's agony, our tortured land.

A.K.