My Story

 

 

 

My Story

 

 

 

My story is written on clouds

Melting in rain

Flowing in rivers.

 

My story is written on the leaves

Waving with breeze

To caress the skin of

The desperate people

People wandering on the sea

Looking for their memories

Lost in rubble.

 

My story is written on the walls

Of a remote alley

In an unknown town

To be read by no one.

 

My story is written

On the waste papers

Scattered all around the world.

Lost in the remote lands.

 

I am wondering

Who is going to read my story?

Written with the words

Unreadable to no one.

 

 

 

 

Jan. 16, 2016