A night with cicadas

An old poem from my diary.

^Even in the lonely night cicadas cries in the dark,
Mingling with the everlasting silent voice of mine.
The sound that desperately calls for the rain,
to ease those griefs away from one’s heart.

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The beginning

In an empty spot ,

her thoughts dripping  in that empty pages–

Each spacious and distant like an  infinitesimal speck

of vague stars lamenting to connect;

an unfinished, unformed constellation

finding it’s own meaning like a chasing infant dream.


~ koi