Neo
Nesting in unnoticed branches Sneaking beneath the mirror that silently cracks A no-one festival is grandly expanding From the sky to the earth Like the magic that bends those reeds, conjures up clouds, takes away our whispers and thoughts
Unluckily, people are not always able to extract “wind” from those trivial things For being embraced by so many things we cannot see or depict Let it be, the dream, the touch, the pulse Before being bothered by any futility to define, remember or forget it
二〇二四年一月一日