Matryoshka

One day, her words lost its communication to everybody.

Paint on the wooden window frame has come off.

Rain turned into ice,then snow started to fall.

Then,the old man burned the old coat at the snow garden.

As,the water fed seeds bud.

The woman who draws the Matryoshka doll,dips her fingers into water.

The flower,the old man,the woman line up by the border in midnight.

Looking down the city from the sky was such a strange feeling,she says.

The cat ran,and ran away without crying meow.

Wind is blowing between the dawn and the desert.