The neighboorhood of houses

The neighborhood of houses was desolate with arrows

Her features became clear next to the city

The arrows dragged their tails on it

And the debate of every disorder is a quarrel

The skinny boy was sitting next to her

I miss those homes every time

Tomorrow is a bird in the thicket singing

I cried while I was walking

Be patient with the stabbing, if you knew

Homes are hard for you after dear and raised by the same

Houses were desolate, some of them were erased

Their features are roads and thunder

It is drawing if it enriches me to stop at drawing

It is firmness, had it not been for your promise of firmness