Light breeze

This, precious life of man
how frail it is
how fragile, how plain;
It breaks, just by a little push of wind
a vein cut, or a missing dream!    
It shatters,                      
and falls to the ground  
followed by trains noise,
the sound of tears
or…
gunpowder lipstick, around your lips!   



http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2014/03/25/light-breeze-2/