Four movements

7 04 2011

 

i.

senses awakened

like flowers the touch of silk

on her naked nape

 

ii.

inside the cool spire

sheltered from the sun, i find

seven lost flowers

 

iii.

As rain drops drum sounds

the pavement cries for mercy

birdsong melody

 

iv.

blue ice hangs like fruits

and crackly sound from afoot

landscape drawn with chalk

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