The Moment

 

The Moment

Now I am seeing that winter
across the busy and discrete street -
The leafless poplars, the rustling sounds
when I stepped on the fallen leaves
So quiet. 
Each sound was spelled out crisply
and the smell, a mixture of decaying
of decomposing,
with the last fragrance
of Life
 

Once, I was there
I was also absent-minded as I am now
sitting in a car
in the rain
in a city where I am becoming
a stranger

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• 詩與畫，很默契。聖誕快樂！ -snowandlotus- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 18:49:31

• 謝謝雪蓮。節日快樂。 -影雲- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 21:18:21

• 影雲，聖誕快樂。圖片和你的網名很像。 -禾口- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 20:04:00

• 謝謝禾口；欣賞你的理性，多分享。節日快樂。 -影雲- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 21:19:27

• 一首冷峻而脆弱的詩。。。。 -簡丹兒- ♀ (25 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 20:29:40

• 謝謝丹兒。休假還真的開始了。節日快樂。 -影雲- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 21:20:45

• "Spelled" is a word well chosen . -中間小謝- ♂ (0 bytes) () 12/24/2021 postreply 21:52:59

• Thank you, XiaoXie, for seeing that. -影雲- ♀ (0 bytes) () 12/25/2021 postreply 08:56:58