How sometimes, we simply, can’t, be two places at once, which means, we had to, miss out on something that’s happening over there, because we’re, right, here…translated…
And so, there Were, a Hundred Species of Flowers, Blooming in, Synchrony, after that,
The Springtime is about to, Get on Stage———
And so, Travelers Wandered the Trails Paved with the Flowers Longer
The Weeds Grew to, Taller than the, Fences
And So, the Fogged Up Matters of the Heart is Added on
The Dusk Arrived, Late
And the Stares on Me by Fate, Deepened
The Memories Covered Up the Scenic Views
The Room Locked the Gazes, in
So, through the Spaces Between My Trembling Fingers
I Saw the Dawn in the, Distant, Over the Tips of the Tree
A Teardrop Shaped Fruit
Was, Formed
And so, that dew, did it, finally, fall? Nobody knows, and it doesn’t, really matter, because, this is all about, waiting for something to happen, and sometimes, we wait, for too long, we’d, missed out on something else that’s, equally, amazing, because we waited here, and neglected what is happening, over, there.
Mirroring the World 