Shadow falls
On the clouds
Like light
Lighter than feather
Are the birds
Touching the skies
The cereal of the morning
The jam and bread
The haze and shade
Of a rainy day
Birds sing better
When the sun's out
Shining
I keep a pocket
Full of dust
For my possessions
Full of pistols and guns
The deceased don't ask for much
"I can't afford to hate anyone. I don't have that kind of time."- Akira Kurosawa