An autumn night - donโt think your life didnโt matter.
If I had the knack I'd sing like Cherry flakes falling
Plunge Deep enough in order to see something that is hidden and glimmering.
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
Summer grasses โ all that remains of great soldiers' imperial dreams.
Traveler's heart. Never settled long in one place. Like a portable fire.