shout Yuki Onna
I have wandered from my course
snow piles at my feet
gold Chrysanthemum
blooms bright in the summer sun
pure water of life
a pebble is plucked
from the lake, ripples move in,
singularity.
shout Yuki Onna
I have wandered from my course
snow piles at my feet
gold Chrysanthemum
blooms bright in the summer sun
pure water of life
a pebble is plucked
from the lake, ripples move in,
singularity.
an old writer and his words 