Light of dawn.
Day begins with
blue memories.
I sweep―
the floor, of mind.
The palm stands witness.
Nightingale,
does not believe in
nihilism.
Don't get mad
at dragonfly.
It cannot stand still.
Light of dawn.
Day begins with
blue memories.
I sweep―
the floor, of mind.
The palm stands witness.
Nightingale,
does not believe in
nihilism.
Don't get mad
at dragonfly.
It cannot stand still.