I googled war
saw bodies on the street.
behind the corner,
there was his mum in a chador mourning
...
Where Am I?
the scent of mild air,
I was a shining chick.
the feel of snow,
I was a lovable teenager.
the sound of rain,
I was a naive child.
the touch of typhoon,
I had a friend.
the moment goes,
I am behind the moment.