Walking down the street,
it springs up unexpected—
seasons change so soon.
Tag: reality
Springtime

The air is warmer,
itchy noses are running;
spring’s good rush is here.
Happy
Goodbye

Sorry you’re dying
beautiful little flower;
say hi to my mum.
Blur

On, we yearn to fly,
our pasts are a bit blurry;
rain drops on windows.

