hello everyone

kept secret the longing
to the flowering tree
perhaps life is a long, quiet prayer is liquor. he felt God was looking at him suspiciously; he rushed.
nothing wiser
from rain in June
removed his footprints
who hesitated on the road

there is nothing wiser
from rain in June
let it go unspoken We both sit,
I ordered long grass and grass flowers,
What are you ordering,
I ordered a rock in the middle of a steep steep river,
What are you ordering,
But we both sit down,