On the night of February the 6th

Poem 1:

Outside the window

all is quiet and dark.

Poem 2:

Up above the eyes look to .

the night. Light polluting light,

man desecrating creation.

So much more should be seen.

Poem 4: 

One fan on the desk,

one fan on the bed.

Outside the cold awaits,

inside the warmth embraces.