Sunday, September 5, 2010


When is the last time
I wrote a word like a song
and I think it is today
in this morning
when I walked past a river
and a few clouds
and on my way to a seaside
I find my flute from a valley
covered on fog
like in winter
where shadows danced
beneath mist
and that mist is vanished
in summer heat
and for all the summers to come
Beyond that my earth in orange
encounter not with any more shadows
as season changed
from summer to monsoon
like a song

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