sometimes fog clears up between mountains,
sometimes rain falls down in deserts,
ghost towns seem abandoned but
sometimes there’s life in a corner
maybe it’s not exactly what you’re looking for.
will they find it?
will they grasp it?
will they sense it?
Where the orange trees standing in rows waiting
for a party to start but
there wasn’t any announcement
and there hasn’t been a dragonfly since ages
and the smoke between the air and your lips
wanders around the globe endlessly
and then there’s the point
where it all started