Dark Air
(After Chika Sagawa)
Sunlight skipping through the garden
doesn’t always dispel cold shade.
Still legs rest on a warm stone bench,
half-forgetting the whip of running
through meadow grass.
Dark Air
(After Chika Sagawa)
Sunlight skipping through the garden
doesn’t always dispel cold shade.
Still legs rest on a warm stone bench,
half-forgetting the whip of running
through meadow grass.
Chika’s words do not inspire me, yours do. You do better.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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That’s so sweet of you to say. Thank you!
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