Spring rain conveyed under the trees in drops.
There came a day when the clouds drifting along with the wind aroused a wanderlust in me, and I set off on a journey to roam along the seashores
When I speak My lips feel cold - The autumn wind.
Why so scrawny, cat? Starving for fat fish or mice... Or backyard love?
Twilight whippoorwill... Whistle on, sweet deepener Of dark loneliness
Do not resemble me-Never be like a musk melon Cut in two identical halves.