
In Kobe
the air remains still.
Walking the streets
I came across a temple.
”Ikuta Jin Ja”,
a local said.
Stopping for while.
I thought.
This is a place for
warriors dreams.
And listening to
the cicadas hum.

In Kobe
the air remains still.
Walking the streets
I came across a temple.
”Ikuta Jin Ja”,
a local said.
Stopping for while.
I thought.
This is a place for
warriors dreams.
And listening to
the cicadas hum.