June 2nd

Listening to 

the sound of rain 

is the jazz

of poets

when his heartbeats play along

Jun 1st 2023

The house

I called mine once

is gone

Where did the sense of home go?

I wondered at 3 am

April 12:

April 9th

The bluest blue of the sky 

The lullaby of the waves

The warmth of your arms

at the first beach 

engraved in my nature

April 8th

Mindless words

penetrate the soft heart

it bleeds 

one drop by one drop

till the last beat

April 2nd

March 24

on a brief journey

to the ground

Sakura dance down

in the spring breeze

at its best

ほんのわずかな

地に帰るまでの旅

桜は舞い散る

春風に吹かれて

至福の時に