FLOW.

In the layered crimson sky

A colorful crow crosses the street

The past flows into the present.

Single cylinder sound

The scent of the bay tide

Crossed arms

It should have been one

The two memories

Casting a shadow on the road

It passed.

In the gaps between the clouds spreading over the city

In search of warmth

Arrived

In each other's eyes

Dozing off in the emotions reflected

CHAPTER 3 / To be continued.