Most of times
it’s nearsighted,
wrong impression
flutters round

in the hazy field and
hills. Daydreams,
hopes, false belief
shouts from the top

of mountain then
plunge into the
dark sea, let us chase
the ghostly glimmer.

In the end, we
realize it, the trick
of fool’s wings,
better avoid it.

© Byung A. Fallgren