I am not alone
It is a warm spring evening.
Drops of rain fly in the wet air.
Night lanterns open their yellow eyes.
They slept all day under the blue sky.
I tell them, “Good evening, lanterns,
You will be my companions at this time.”
Soft rain walks in the street.
“Good evening, the rain.
I invite you to take a walk with me too.”
It is a good evening.
And I am not alone. |