In the Absence of a Blossom
:獻給一位老者
Yes, memory is a form
of fragrance, of emotional
Truth. . . .
The air in the room
was no longer Nothing
Your voice is still
close . . . .
. . . . echoing . . . .
my skin touched by air,
fragrance, homesickness
. . . . waves that came
from afar
Later
a certain
fragrance lingered
revising my memory
realigning my gaze
to yours . . . . . .
Did the chrysanthemums know
what they were witnessing?
Did they know that their
fragrance mixed with your
hometown accent was becoming
part of my soul?
Yes, soul is also a form
of fragrance, like Love
that still lingers
in the absence
of a blossom
. . . .
作舟，2010年7月 [網圖]
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