Everywhere scattered ink-drops Like wrong acts of life. The bird sings in false notes. No more through eyes Memory now seeks other avenues. Where the wide steps of the wind Disturb the waters of the river. And the capital is a city of tears.
Memory is regular like time And each clock has a punishing look.
The ticking clock Love's eternal enemy,the graveyard of memory. Everywhere Drops of void absence Like the empty girls' commonroom in summer vacation. Alas, the bird sings false notes,false notes.