From View To Hope
the wind blows
gray clouds under the hazy sky
i think
it will be weeping
at the Apt. edge
fallen leaves hanging on
the back of a Ginko branch
it strikes the air
in the hallway
puppy barking,
a child eyes,
footprints...
washing machine running,
sink.......dripping water sound,
go through the crack window
shakes
maple trees
touches
so that it is not cold
during the night
disappearing views
in the morning sun
those became a hope.
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