A picture by Masao Ebina that I like. A poem I wrote this morning 🙏
Around here,
leaves drift on soft waves.
And love is whispered in
a breathless voice.
The softest lips kissed,
in dreams of winter.
How shall I remember
A Wandering Poet
As I walk around I like to record what I experience. Through poetry, ideas and thoughts I hope I can share some of these experiences with you.
A Wandering Poet 
Excellent: “The softest lips kissed, / in dreams of winter.”
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