The sky,
which I looked at every day
has changed.
In those days
when my friends prayed for me
tears in their eyes
Nervously
I opened St. Matthews Gospel.
Since then
the sky has changed...
And now the
the sky seems to be looking down at me.
Along the autumn road
the ants are walking,
Stopping and nodding at the sky.
Ants,
what do you believe in?
Poetry by Tomihiro Hoshino, The Road of the Tinkling Bell, pgs 68-69
Photo by me.
Browsing through a resale shop,I found this book. It caught my eye, and then, Tomihiro caught my heart.
lisa
I like that.
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