Deserted

stems struck in the dry ground,
a tree with no branches,
cold winds with no ice,
an empty house with no oil,
a path with no symbols.
stems with no flowers,
trees with no fruits,
winds with the dark clouds only thunder no rain,
a house with no roof for rain,
a she walking alone.
a bag brown than a trunk,
skin pale than the soil,
shining black sky at noon,
a yellow robe white.
luggage of essentials to the way of the shadow,
the way to the eastern land of rain and color,
the lost colors of white just many bitter remembrances of shining lights.
sour smell of sweet fruitful trees,
breeze of golden dusts,
house of broken doors,
a Road with the weary travelers.