SHINING UPON SOUL OF TIME

In the night of lunar fifteen,

the moon shines upon the two souls.

The souls of joy and humor,

Chatting in woods of slience.

In blinking time of starlight,

Is ticking to and fro like atomic bomb.

When time is in deafness of laughter,

Hearing the sound of mating crickets.

In the break of morning breathe,

Lies within the smell of greenery.

Acknowledge the time of departure,

Fill with disappointment of sayonara.