Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Wednesday, July 9, 2014
Number 8 Approaches
Waiting for the typhoon,
The air grows heavy and
Humid, and will soon
Swirl, blow, and gust,
Forcing trees to bend
And break if they must...
The tempest winds will end,
But too late for what was
Broken, what now must mend.
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