Empty sky
On a late spring day—
Windrow swallows wandering.
The moss on the wall
Dripping away
The cloudless sky.
An ant
Is carrying away
The tediousness of noon.
Every moment
Is like a lazy wave
In the sea of no return.
Empty room
In a forest clearing—
The sound of a distant bird.
Twisted vine
Venturing into the unknown—
Hoping for support.
The receding tide
Leaves the surrounding sand
Soaked with happiness.
Sweaty hands on the floor—
Yawning like a waking dog
In the morning splendor.
