Waxing Fragrant
Breathe the lavenderic blossom.
The view of rain that leaps the cloud-wisp walls ‘n wings its way unto the earth – I spread my thumb ‘n finger for to raise katsurakawa to a focal point.
Your essence, earnestly put forth unto impermanence to weather storms of whetherwhims.
The dog-violet blends its colour in amongst the scattered sky, as light coursecrashes through the canopy…
“More to see! The child who eats the twisting treat; the gull who rides the unseen surf.”
Breeze breaks in laughter loosed; kuhllainkkinkcnk sothairyugoe! hahihihihihuh hyeh-uh?!