Post by Saionji Shonagon on Apr 29, 2012 22:56:31 GMT -5
4/28:
My journey takes me
Eastward through hills blushing green
From late spring rainfall.
Poppies burst like a shower
Of welding sparks on the wind.
4/29:
A blurry sun coasts
Through a pearlescent sky as
Fog floods through the straits.
The mountains are soft edged and
Merge like watery brush strokes
My journey takes me
Eastward through hills blushing green
From late spring rainfall.
Poppies burst like a shower
Of welding sparks on the wind.
4/29:
A blurry sun coasts
Through a pearlescent sky as
Fog floods through the straits.
The mountains are soft edged and
Merge like watery brush strokes