My story was different…initially,
It was also actually…a city
but as the heavy rain started to be drizzly,
From a city, it’s just people that I could see.
This vision,
They move and they live in one season,
One of their own like happiness, sadness, hope, and wisdom,
Then changes to another…for their own reason.
It’s fast and it’s also slow
because we all have our own flow;
A story of reality…moments of high and low,
When meaning is found…every moment will glow.
With Love,
J44