The steam drifts gently
From hot bath to cool air
It dances silently in front of flickering flame,
Then disappears.
I wonder where it goes.
Later, I see dew on the wall and know,
It’s still there,
Transformed.
The steam drifts gently
From hot bath to cool air
It dances silently in front of flickering flame,
Then disappears.
I wonder where it goes.
Later, I see dew on the wall and know,
It’s still there,
Transformed.