Recollection Of Dangwa
Going to the lit up street
Where blooms and fragrances are born
There was happiness, a kind inspired by amiability
As the tiny drops
of condensed vapor
Descended freely, hitting
Mixture of silver and grey pigments,
Wit marked by attentive caution
was expressed in words, hitting
where blood flows and paradox lies.
A mind oblivious
of the possible detriment
of personal attachments
Yet still holds trust
Coming from the lit up street
Where blooms and fragrances are left
There was obscurity, the kind
which in time becomes lucid.
About the Author: Nicole Limos is a Communication Arts major who has passion for the arts. She loves photography, design, writing and travel.