THE FADED END
I heard that the rivers will breathe their last laughs in the faded
stream, and the birds will leave their eggs in the faded trees and build their
nests in my grandfather's faded garden. Clouds will make the sky tell faded
stories and rain faded hours. The absences will sleep in my faded dreams, until
you can see the spirits embracing their faded shades. The sun's rays will drink
their last tea in the faded darkness, then you can see my poem standing at the
faded end.
