Here's a bright morning pouring sunlight into my room. And, the air touches on my skin, with plenty of water burned by the sun. It has a strong smell that keeps power to bring a season to different stages vigorously.
I think that summer will come again when its steamed steam grazes my nostrils.
A short summer like bubbles.
This was the season of rainwater was like a thick fog, and the smell of raindrops against soils that grazed through nostrils and gave it a distinctive ambience that would be unforgettable in memories. Such a nostalgic, bewitching and mysterious time.The sound of pouring rain is an unconscious realm that was in abyss like a deep sea. It stimulated enthusiasm magically inside its secret that evolved little by little, steadily. Heavy rain at times was like fierce waves hitting a rock. Yet its strong belief was not easily broken, holding its heart like seeds dreaming underneath, metamorphosed into the mysterious power.
As the soil that has accumulated a lot of rain is burned by the sun, the air sticks to the skin, that will give off hot steam.
Everything is getting powerful and shapes anew or differently.
He who is a light
Illuminates dark shadow,
suddenly over the right shoulder.
or a reaper
tells the ending to make a new story.
He who is the charismatic
assures trusting the dreams, in them is hidden the gate to permanency,
and when the earth shall possess the limbs,
shall it truly dance.