On one hot humid summer day
the sun is burning down on me
I stare outside the window blankly
doing nothing, maybe thinking of some fay
Sitting upright with a leg, under another it lay
Sitting upright with Obi strangled tightly
strangled around a Kimono so costly
Just lazing, with nothing to say
I step in the room with my small penguin steps
hoping to cool myself, both inside and out
I follow my heart, in ways for the steps to connects
Every aspect in my brain, washed out
Concentrating, so I make no regrets
So I listen to the precious sounds made throughout.
My Shelfari Bookshelf
Monday, March 8, 2010
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