anyway
spring rain.
pattern poetry
on the bus window.
it's far sound,
far people,
and far memories
rain's falling
into the past.
memories
always outside me.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
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
About Me
- Winter moon
- Japan
- I'm interested in European, American and Japanese haikus and poems. I'm going to publish my haikus and poems, and sometimes make remarks on critical social issues. Welcome your comments.
Followers
No comments:
Post a Comment