like a river
that meanders with sharp curves
and often changes its course.
like a sponge
that is wet with the odorous swab
of not-to-be-forgotten sorrow.
like a waterfall
that is hidden behind a grove of throes
yet violently gurgles and wildly calls.
like an open diary page
that looks droll with jotted doodle.
like an alive match box
that is full with slender Muse sticks.
like a tube rail in tunnel.