Dec songs(3)- Songs of frozen bits of papers...

The lights of this room

do not go out these days or nights.

Bits of papers,

black and white.

Scatter on the floor

Every night.

Tired and torn.

Numerous,yet alone,

they close their eyes,

and still hope to rise, to fly..

when the sun rises again next morning

in that vast grey sky.

The day closes.

The toil does not cease.

Frost only freezes the paper, this body.

The effort,like dry ink,does not freeze.

I am one of them. 

And they are all of me,.

I lie scattered somewhere in those pieces each night.

Yes, they are all my pieces which you see.