Rowing my boat on the river to the west,
Gathering wild flowers on the way,
If dear passengers wish to hop in,
Do present a flower as the fare.
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Hana
Hana of spring How many times have you been here I barely counted you You are a lot, a sea Your perfume drowse me to sleep Yet I’m so eager falling into you.
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