FROM THE LAST QUARTER OF A DAY....



 
 





Lined up sorrows write no farewell
Near the orange green and white flag
From the last quarter of a day
In rapids, like in one stream
Rain drops fill earthen fields
From symbols, a flat sheet of emptiness
evaporates..

In heartbeats, notes of a melody meditate,
In forlorn forgotten forests
Legends speak about incognito
There remains the last alphabet
of a lost memory
In rain drops a season rinses shadows..