On the street of fresh rain,
suddenly I encountered you.
Moonlight shone through
the eastern window.
Some words I scribbled down.
And between pen and ink,
the web unravelled
A sober magpie, replacing
the mask of the beast.
The banquet goes on
On the street of fresh rain,
suddenly I encountered you.
Moonlight shone through
the eastern window.
Some words I scribbled down.
And between pen and ink,
the web unravelled
A sober magpie, replacing
the mask of the beast.
A Wandering Poet 