Sony Flower

 

each blowing wind waveI try to observeis there a continuous motion that can be patternedyes, there is a pattern thereso gladand I said to my friendlook at the patterneach wind blows, the poem will comelet us read the windvelocity change continuously each timeand after a certain time, its direction is changed
true friend ofmy friend said as he continuedDo not you hear the rhymekeep you noticed the patternnote the movement corridorand note where he droveobserve that rhyme rhymedrove right into the trash
I sat quietlymy friend sat next to meyou're right comradebeautiful poemwhich floated like the windmelodious as the singing of the skywas nothing more than trashwho sat lifelessworn out with the rubbish lyingwhich ultimately wasted without the pricereaction:in groups: humanities, politics, literature, social