the parting skirts
the dark room
picks up a piece of debris
abandons the sad past, yesterday
opens the heart window
welcomes the sunset glow
stands at the parting intersection
bid farewell to the past, and you
a paper plane. Struggling in
the last ray of light
being swallowed up by the night
the moment when the meteor crossed
I saw
the moonlight flowing in the night sky
when it crossed the sky, it shouted the dawn
It was tomorrow, the future and the hope.