"Ashes are beautiful"

Look!
now, the fume of stars
is dancing in the Spring's wave.

The iris that's darkened than a normal one,
was actually not a window
where could define a heart's subject matter.

She is an abyss of a hot summer
A dry river lies on the side
of her straight ridge of the nose.

If she is a bird
every strike of her wings
Hit this chest.

Along with the brown clouds
these particles of a broken star
were already taken away.

Now, it is 3 and the 4
and will never ask again
"Where are you now?"
Perhaps,
You will still be elsewhere
on this earth, right?

#KLT
May 21, 2018

[Trs into Eng on 24/Nov/23]

Illustrated by JC