What are they?
Those greenish white flowers...
blooming in the lightning, thunder and rain of the dawn.
Fresh and tranquil morning shade.
Ah, light is…
moving
quietly and tenderly
from left to right.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Drops of rainwater glinting.
Nameless creepers covering all around the hill.
A small cave-like tunnel found in them.
Breathing deeply.
A mystical world.
It is seen if we see.
It is not seen if we think.
