Surrounded by rain and grey..
Grey clouds reflected by grey mirrors.
This is when you see the poetry..
What stays is what changes.
The people are so gentle here..
they admonish with funny faces.
Little eyes and big souls - in Seoul.
Cigerette smoke .
Long distance phone calls and rented umbrellas.
High heels and petite doll creatures.
Still raining... "in my soul", like someone just said.
At least it moves- my soul in Seoul's rain.
