Thinking to think
Cultivating a dream
Silently scream!
The echo return
Verbalizing my mind.

Sudden impulse!
Cultivating clouds I see
River valley is getting active
Whitewashed rolling
Impaired vision.

Barking dog somewhere
Must be saying it is cold
A door to the winter is open
Everything is pale and lazy
Streams are paralyzed
Losing the sound of life

Still giving a try
Nothing is coming.
Birds flying through haze
Is it the transformation?
Egrets are scattered
In the swamp.

Contrast in front
Chasing my thoughts
When I return back
To bring life into track
Fire was dead,
Hearth was cold,
And I am coughing
It is dry!