Behind the windows of today,
behind the big blossomed moon,
behind the loosened bodies,
devoid of thoughts.
When war unfolds in faraway lands,
it’s hard to understand,
that they were all children once,
but now they have a gun,
willing to shoot through the bodies
of those whose blood were once theirs.
Have they really forgotten
about the moon?
Weightless offerings. Reflected by the moon. Metamorphosis lives in hearts.