We see each other
often but do not talk. Once or twice we talked for a short
while. But you are always in my mind as I dwell in you. I am now
before my computer, working. It is afternoon. Suddenly you come
to my mind overlapping all what I see in the screen. Surprised,
I turn my head and see your shadow vanishing before my window.
No footfall. No sound.
does it depend on
Fields are agog with
expectation. It is autumn before the harvest. Paddies are full
ripe. Farmers are excited in fields full of smell and promise.
Our farmers wait for the right time to begin. The whole family
sleep in the field at night under the bright moon. But with them
wait the others. When paddies ripen each has his own interest in
it. Each actor is busy with different paraphernalia until the
accomplishment of harvesting.
around the shadowy fields—
dance of hope
to the top
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