Kids running, bell ringing, people walking,

Noise louder, feeling Disorder!

People dying, children crying, life falling, a child calling.

Cloth on the floor, someone opens the door, clean the room,

Listen to the boom. Where to begin? Life feels very thin.

Door opens, too many clothes, who interrupts? Who dares love?

Who cares? Big hug, feeling smug, we are a step further.

Who cares about disorder?!

Written back in 07/05/2003,


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