(photo) at the station, in Matsudo, Japan
Chablis and lemon cake
on the 50th birthday in December
I think a hundred years are unexpectedly short
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To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. Auguries of Innocence William Blake
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3 comments:
was it yours? Indeniable truth! HB !
Yes, it was.
In fact, I'll be 49 years old on this Thursday.
A poet who is one of my friends said," If you live to be 50, you will realize the meanings of the years of 100." His saying was really impressive to me. This haiku is also my response to his words.
By the way, what does HB means?
Hard Boiled?
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