On the spring ground,
Life and death
Are living nicely,
Holding each other’s hands
Are sleeping.
They are sleeping because of it.
Good night.
Good morning.
Good-bye.
Good afternoon.
Under the dry lawns,
The white fresh roots
Are growing.
It’s growing
To try to capture something.
Aug 3, 2014
Aug 3, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC
On the spring ground,
Life and death
Are living nicely,
Holding each other’s hands
Are sleeping.
They are sleeping because of it.
Good night.
Good morning.
Good-bye.
Good afternoon.
Under the dry lawns,
The white fresh roots
Are growing.
It’s growing
To try to capture something.
from my book [spring poems]
