the peace of poetryhearts calligraphy does beatbranching poet’s tree though seasons repeatthere are blooms anew evenas leaves are falling songs to believe indreams to weave in the callingwritten on the wind turning into artwhen heart and pen are twinneddrawing from the start senryu's of peacehaikus the river willowdreams do not cease asleep upon my pillowasleep upon my pillow