Monday, December 22, 2008

waka of budouadana: Glisten


Glisten
The nights grow shorter
As winter freezes our breath,
Bleaching skies pale blue,
Yet the hoary distant sun
Still glistens on iced branches.
Posted by buddydon at 12/22/2008 08:16:00 AM
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