Sentimental

Getting sentimental over

The rain day of the non-rain seasons

Missing the ruddy glow from

The sunshine of non-sun hours

The gray light tried to cast away

Its gloomy mood, creeping

Crawling, finally penetrating

Into people’s minds and hearts

Once more, a black car stopped

Near a window and a garden

For a reason? Or non reason?

Rather be a red one, at lease

It would break the fog, that thick form

From everywhere only

You can reach.

Rather be those wild grasses and flowers

Happily live at the wild wills!