The thread of the wind.

by Diana Dark

The void space aggravates everything
Within the proximity of a depressing place
Filled with areas of modern architecture
That inflates old times across the sky
And which hangs by the thread of the wind.

Shadows cover the alleys underneath
Stones that argue with dusty leaves
And piles of boxes created in silence
That inspires writers too high to accept
The stars that hang by the thread of the wind.