One Day Thought
Wandering alone
In the fields of the north,
Mingling with the white skies.
A shower smoking in the green field,
It turns to snow in no time,
On the Brown wilderness,
Gently dancing in the wind.
The clock stops,
The bells cease to ring,
Then unnoticced, In the snowfield
The eyes surrender.
Visages of the past
Not to know about forgetting,
Bring back me to long ago,
Spinning the yarn of long years.
The visages whisper to me.
The water surface is blown by the wind,
Rippled on water,
Likely Bending.
Memory in Moment
