Lovely sounds
the cicadas are happy.
Singing like the colourful clouds.
Though I don’t know for sure,
when I will see you again.
My love will be able to travel.
To the east, to the moon.
It will travel.
An Early Autumn Letter
Lovely sounds
the cicadas are happy.
Singing like the colourful clouds.
Though I don’t know for sure,
when I will see you again.
My love will be able to travel.
To the east, to the moon.
It will travel.
A Wandering Poet 