The Bridge

Moving up and down,
Right, left, straight, curve and round,
Revisiting the past abandoned by time,
To every movement of my hand...

Tracing each and every line,
The patterns slowly defined,
Each and every stroke,
My life gradually unfold...

Reliving the past,
In a short moment...so fast,
Patterns after patters before my eyes,
Eventually, I will reach the sky...