p h n t o m
In the deep dark sometime
I try to find myself
the old soul that I lost on
the crowded carnival
of Monsoon
In the round and complex
ways of my house
I try to find my foot steps
that wiped out
with the rainy effects
of late August
In the pale postcards
of my diary
I try to find your emotion
that I lost
due to the late created ego
of my heart:)
