Stranger

flowers with the taste of eternity
blooming in the haste of life
a touchy spirit dim in the fog
the awaited Sun could penetrate the haze
silence in the whispering ears
a clear voice won't confuse mind
an image standing on the twilight
yet to be brightened, yet to be discovered
a person hiding behind the mask
calling hands had the well-known eyes
flickering lips flowing in the foggy breeze
sensitive ears had so much pleasure to catch
closed eyes leading to unknown direction
so many dreams had so much pleasure to watch