Photographed by the Writer
Freedom Late at Night, Alone
It's raining outside
But arid here at heart
Long time lost
Addicted in blankness
In thought
It's raining outside
Awaking my thought of thoughts
Alone on the Brooklyn bridge
Or the way to the Penn University
Idling along the Charles river
Freedom
That's the smell of it
Late at this tonight
Or early in the morning
Rain drops or dews in mind
Wings bound
Mind flying
