i was chasing shadows,
the moving shadows,
of the newly budded tree branches;
i was looking for reflection,
the reflection of an intangible reflection,
of the belief in ideology,
which is more real
than "nothing"
is real.
it is the first spring day in
new york....
Spring shadow is
different than other season.
more timid and fearful,
but seems of knowing,
of potentials, of inevitable
liveliness ahead.
the type of shadow
that is full of so much expectation.....
that makes me feeling guilty,
of ever thinking--
all was pure self deception.
May 1, 2011 at 1:22am
the moving shadows,
of the newly budded tree branches;
i was looking for reflection,
the reflection of an intangible reflection,
of the belief in ideology,
which is more real
than "nothing"
is real.
it is the first spring day in
new york....
Spring shadow is
different than other season.
more timid and fearful,
but seems of knowing,
of potentials, of inevitable
liveliness ahead.
the type of shadow
that is full of so much expectation.....
that makes me feeling guilty,
of ever thinking--
all was pure self deception.
May 1, 2011 at 1:22am
Spring Shadow 2011 |
Spring Shadow cast by the Bamboo Mat 1 |
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