A rope in the cliff

Nobody knows

who went up there,

who put the rope

in the top of the cliff.

It was a man

or a young girl

who expect

a warm breeze

or a kind letter?

They lost the hope,

lost the light,

whit the sun,

whit the moon,

whit the sky

in the middle

of the night?

They dead

in the morning,

the rope closed

his eyes...

Or only

is a rope in the cliff,

the wind brought it

and I imagine

horrible things.

Note: Short (intent of) poem.