The cuckoo's last song Brought in warmth of summer breeze I stand my ground Reluctantly as time goes Showers brought in smell of rose.
Tip toeing to the edge of the lake, I counted the steps I could take, but, “Sakura-Chan” made her stride. My big hair with chestnut skin, Her tiny feet as she leaned, “Can I touch your hair?” She giggles and wonders, She examines and ponders! Oh! What a significant human I must’ve been. The early [...]