Born in the Heart

The sun shines on the sleeper's face his dreams become more vivid but didn't wake up Darkness falls on the faces of passers-by He walks in the crowd Walking in the strong and impatient beams of the sun The sky seemed to be suddenly blackened by heavy rain I stand in a room that holds all moments— a butterfly museum But the sun is as powerful as before Its impetuous pen paints the world ——"Secrets of the Road" Thomas Tranströmer [It doesn't matter if you don't understand it, the author doesn't understand it either. = =] [End of one chapter~~] Intention: write blindly and infertilely