My Picture: A place to walk: Xinxiang Medical University.

Innumerable raindrops
fell today.
I tried to count some,
Pen in hand….. a poets mind.
But I stopped…..
when my Chinese friend
told me to go back inside..
And only count the winter flowers.

Razored through to a void place,
I saw the future of my bones.
A sudden applause and fog
filled streets.
This is no place for a poet.