Modern Poetry of Piccolo

In the twilight

The birds have disappeared.

Nilushang

Leaving only the little shadow of the shepherd boy and the old cow tired.

A short flute without rhythm came from the shadows.

slow

They disappeared into my sight.

It's like my book slipping away.

I guess

Should I follow it?

Look into the distance

I can see the mountains.

I can see the sea of clouds.

But I can't see the way home.

I wrote it myself. I hope it will be useful to you.