The scent of the blue flowers in front of him.
Little ones, not outstanding but have a light fresh scent that he would not notice.
In the sailor's eyes seems to reflect whats in his mind.
Filling with worries and sadness.
Thoughts and problems interwoven in his mind.
The words and wisdom can fulfill him no more.
He can't stop thinking about that,
that things he never tells anyone but keep in his mind.
People try to talk to him, and he kept silent.
Sitting at the same spot,
with the same bunch of blue flower in front of him.
Thinking.
Speaker: a guy see this man.
Audiance: anyone who see the poem.
Message: describe the man's expression and depress.
Theme: sad and mysterious.
Peer Edit: Rex Xu
