. Snapshots Wrought earth, love fertilized you at this moment. Living autumns like nice springs. Old men dreaming. Weeping willow turning all the rains only in sadness. Rain of oblivions under the tree doesn't fall. You are with me. You open your eyes, now spring is arriving. How great green! Sad drought: The brooks are losing their feet of water. Perpetual flowers, they're forgetting to fade, look like oblivion. .