Sunday, 4 October 2009

poetic fragment op.1

(photo) untitled


I think about the time for no one.
It comes out in flowers

and vanishes in rain.
It doesn’t bring any results or any causes.
It’s outside every meaning.

I think I know
the time for no one is
for Creator’s laughing.
We can only hear it

in the trembling of wisteria flowers.
We can only see it
when a frog jumps into the pond.

A child is playing in the garden.

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