Father

Here comes the father.

on a penitent old horse.

He came to say goodbye to me.

He said that the incisors that had fallen out in the early years had been found in the vegetable patch.

I sat on the hillside at dusk

I sat on the hill at dusk and watched my father walk further and further away.

What a wonderful time it was.

A field of rape flowers surrounded him.

He became one of them, too.

He became one of them, blooming brilliantly.

His black horse gradually turned into a yellow one.

In the process of changing color

He was cured of cerebral infarction and epilepsy.