“Never forget:
we walk on hell,
gazing at flowers.”
Kobayashi Issa
Oh to fly away
to some solitary place,
where on some lonely shoreline
the only voice I hear is yours.
I know you don't mind me listening to the silence
between your words
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Heya Anna!
ReplyDeleteI've just read your last few posts back to back - the ones I missed when the library was shut. I always love reading your words.
Hope all is well with you on this first day of September, and you're enjoying some autumn sunshine like me. I wish I could walk the shoreline with you!
AML
Kess
xxxx