a memory of the first July


among the clouds on the blue sky

white doves flying elegantly

knitting a limitless daydream

of the long waiting

brightly sky became cloudy

shoo the white doves to marching home

left a loneliness spreading to the soul

daydream changed into sadness

cuts the thread of the waiting

tears fall on the lap

as rain wets the orchards

bitterness seeped to the heart

carved as the memory of the first July

***

– mei –

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