Summer

On a sun-drenched day, the lonely flame tree blossoms; I lose my former self in the schoolyard in June.

old book with torn spine
The first page containing the dedication has fallen off.
only the calm, gentle chirping of cicadas

How can we find it again?
eyes as cool, clear as morning dew, with a gentle smile.
Only the summer sun shines calmly and brightly.

No one was left on the school grounds.
Only the solitary flame tree bloomed.
Only the old banyan tree patiently spreads its green leaves.

I go looking for myself
I'm searching for the past.
Lost in the desolate summer...

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