“On a
withered branch”
Dew vanishes
in the sun
And warblers
perch
“On a
withered branch”
New blossoms
appear
Spring’s
answer
Nothing but
night
We did not
talk
But all
secrets gone
Staring into
mists
Still not to
be seen
Mount Fuji
in spring
Life
Runs quicker
As time goes
by
Everyone
listened
As you
clapped
With only
one hand
Pitch dark
An empty
church
But light
enters
Plane
taxiing
A bunch of
sparrows
Taking off
And meet me on MeWe “Poets The Original”
#poetsoriginal #poetstheoriginal
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