Poem of November 3rd

Only one corner of the city is peaceful.
The words "I love you"
still seem to get through.
Not knowing the outside world,
the human child
kept by humans
drinks in
the beautiful scenery
and accepts it,
just as they accept love.
Today, too, they are held
and kissed.
And then,
as a human,
they are taught how to live.
Without a single doubt.
Taking light steps,
they sing cheerful songs.
Children who need not know unsettling songs.
They do not know slang.
The most peaceful place in the world is here.
In a peaceful world,
on an autumn night of brocade colors.