Coming
from an unknown place
flying
and then resting
a pair
of wings
wrote
down the words on my palm:
"Miss
you."
It
must be a certain mind
wrapped in the dew
and
lost
thousands of years ago
Not
having been written down yet
It
just evaporated into the dawn
Aware of the morning bell
a
night-blooming flower
wild
blossomed four times
Only
the bird that stopped by that time
would know
her
unforgettable fragrance
Speeding by cool nights and heavy dew
here
came the early autumn
Cicada's singing had been heard no more
While
shivering at the first fallen leaf
the
bird could hardly beat the calls
for
season's migration
"If
you wanna fly, just fly." I said
All
that had wings wouldn't stay
All
that should be in the sky
wouldn't be on the earth
The
flower no longer bloomed
Insisting on wasting her beauty
she
kept and hid
a seed
dreaming of following
