Tuesday, October 21, 2025

It Asks, Which Direction Does It Have to Go?

I asked the cloudy sky that was weeping swiftly..

..about you.

It was just silent-with the water kept pouring on the earth-.

I asked the falling leaf that was drifting through the air..

..about you.

It was just silent-with the tree kept shedding its leafage-.

I asked my heart..

..about you.

It was not merely silent. It was lost.

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