Returning on the wings
of the southerly winds
I crossed the small rivulet,
swaying paddy fields,
vast barren grounds,
secluded walkways,
and the nameless hillock
Time flew by,
catching dragonflies,
collecting abrus seeds,
tasting...
The time was ripe
Yesterdays were gone
Only expectations
Of strange encounters
That promised true, real lives
Quintessential lives
That are rarities in the present
War has taken away
Beliefs of all...
