Bamboo Forest in Arashiyama, Japan
gentle sway of breeze
brush of bamboo leaves - music
strings the night in gold
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above lantern lights
moon sparkles like diamond,
beating steadfast heart
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my mother tells me:
grow upright like a bamboo
& nourish your sons
Posted for Imaginary Garden for Real Toads
and Poets United ~ Thanks for the visit ~
