THE RETURN OF SPRING
to blame others, not easy to
differentiate between
rain and fog,
because
from the window I looked the valley,
conscience couldn't climb
the stairs of the
shrine, what
was he,
immortal or mortal heart couldn't
identify, a mystic love or
personal needs,
what was
that,
who doesn't permit to sleep me
peacefully, though last
night dreams were
vociferous
with
attractive colors, but I do not know
why, I couldn't see anything
other than black and
white, or indeed,
I didn't try to
know
the life in depth, just watched him,
returning back empty-
handed, alone
far away,
however, not depressed; with dim
smile; he said, just rethink
colorful - -
