14 August 2013

Following my steps
a dragonfly does his own
version of kinhin.

Last blooms of summer
a young cat comes to visit
my fading garden.

Gathering nectar
to the sound of a bee’s hum
Brimstone butterfly.

Picking rose petals
I suddenly remember
the sound of your voice.

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