False Wishes

The sun wakes up to a cloudy morning Trees swing like the distended arms of hungry In a corner of the sky the pleasant colors Of the flowers vanish like wisps of smoke The empty bottles and glasses stand mute On tables as the witnesses of night long celebration Clothes lie in heaps smelling of uncooked oil In a corner of the room where kisses were exchanged The night bulbs hang like drops of tears Reminding the pains time inflicted in past years Early birds flutter their wings and fall silent All are counting on false wishes still pouring in