Tired little birds - in their nest
Bright shining stars - under the clouds
Such a deep sleep!
***
Melting hot Sun
Fragrance cools,
As tiny drops fall.
***
Aye you, how do I express!
Words fail me,
For I am no poet.
***
Colourless grass-flower,
you hold it,
Behold a lovely rose...
Thursday, May 04, 2006
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