BOY   Everywhere the sad autumn drops like maple leaves, yielding its place to the spring. The sky spreads beyond the branches. As I gazy at the sky, a blue pigment dyes my eyebrows. When I touch my warm cheeks, a blue dye stains my palms. I look at the palms again. A clear stream flows along the palm-lines, reflecting a face sad as love - fair Sunny's face. Enraptured, I close my eyes. The clear stream still reflects the face and as love - fair Sunny's face. 
prev / next