Tuesday, December 30, 2008

waka of budouadana: Gulls


Gulls
Our foggy breaths,
As we take our morning stroll,
Disperse on the breeze
Though we speak of great subjects —
Shrieking gulls haunt the harbor.
Posted by buddydon at 12/30/2008 06:03:00 AM
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