Pseudo Shadow

The torrential rain without thunder.

Without the sounds of frogs snoring.

Not leaving a gap in the dry arid land infertile.

Changing the dust into mud.

You ..

Man who had been my memories reach.

With my mind and imagination wander towards.

Without confusion.

The focus is definitely in wishful by past meetings.

Dear ..

Are you now also seagrass drift?

Maybe my imagination and your imagination met in a natural

shadow.

Free bath fan waved a lady.

I miss you.

Today and tomorrow