Sunshine

"The sound of water is heard. What are they washing in the River of Solitude? Robe of Moments is clean. Decembering sun Echo of snow, threads of glance, and rain of time. Freshness lies on the bricks, on the bones of daylight. What do we wish for? The steam of Season hovers round our words. The mouth is the Flowerbed of Mind. Some journeys dream of you in their alleyways. In faraway villages, fowls congratulate each other on your presence. I wonder why people do not know Nasturtium is not accidental And the yesterday’s rivers shine in today’s wagtail. Why don’t people know It is cold in impossible flowers?"

Film/Camera:

Kodak E100G (Posetive - exp. 2012) - Pentax P30n