The untold story
星期三 九月 17, 2008 12:57 pm
The seeds we fail to harvest,
fall upon a white pool of papers.
Under a moonlit night,
they crack into armies of ants,
center-aligned among the pale sheets -
recount their myth . . .
On sunny days, they climb up
the chrysalis of my heart,
stirring an itchy yearning
for monarch's restless wings.