December 14, 2010
In
Cloud Poetry
From Kazuhiro Tachibana
The Morning River
The river is flowing
The river is not big but rich
Rocky shore in water to wet
Reflected on the river is a scenic flock of clouds
Among them a bird flies
He was quickly across and disappeared
Into the mass of clouds
The river is flowing without sound
Clouds are flowing along the river
And slowly leaning
© Kazuhiro Tachibana
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