Wednesday, July 11, 2018

Summer Vacation





Looking into
The deep green of the forest
Then only fragrance

(simultaneously published at POETS The Original)

The baking field
In the shade of a nut tree
Listening to birds

Flock of green birds
Flying across the bridge
The greenish river

Risen from the dead
The dew rolls back
After dawn

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