THE NOMADIC EMOTION
on that dim remote, just now mist -
floating up, in the lost valley,
maybe somewhere the
obscure, vigorless
sun searching
the night
shelter,
into the deep sigh, wet emotion -
waited for a favor, that
reconnoiter person
had the weak
memory,
even
if he wanted, couldn't introduce -
himself, gazed as a stranger
to long stood silently at
the door, jaded face
merely opened
the lip and
said,
oh, I'm sorry, most probably I been
forgotten the direction, my
destination is existed
into the darkness,
by mistake
reached
here,
I wanted, I couldn't help, life returned
in back foot, all echoes were
hollow but time didn't fill
them by moonlit flow,
self- narrative was
incomplete,
resided
lonely,
finally sun had became migratory
soul, left all intimacy,
affections, love - - -
