humble hillsides hide dark clouds and winter’s breath for a warm night
Tag: senryu
the softness of your face translated by the music of dawn
the summer crow finishes night’s song
never merely existing the stone path understands its purpose
simply knowing when to sow and when to wait
azure king driven mad by the summer heat
a morsel of twilight i keep in this tiny heart of mine
a quiet summer morning is the oldest charm of all
lifts her veil of clouds: the tender and watchful eye of the summer moon on this debauched night
you smell faintly of rain and now i cannot forget
