"Adaptation"

Hoping to see a day of an exquisite turn,
A vibrant day may have come.

Sheets on the desk blown by Zephyr,
Getting things to be secured
While December storms the plight,
That being alive beside a noisy horn.

Lights in the narrow street,
In front of an evening class;
What a sincere poor could think about is
Striving to control Hunger!

Years passed,  tears stressed;
But the soul is in hostile of threats,
The fear is what whole mankind embracing with sadness.

Dear Oleander,
The walls may not be fallen down yet,
But hope you could hang on those;
To see a spasm of milder butane,
Came into the town for burning all day long.

Kyaw Lin Htoon
7/12/2017
2:20AM

Foto: ART OF TRUDI CASTLE