In my Book of Dreams
Moistened lips and hands
Tremble in expectation
Reaching for your kiss
Vanished from us now
Are the exquisite stanzas
In my book of dreams.
Tremble in expectation
Reaching for your kiss
Vanished from us now
Are the exquisite stanzas
In my book of dreams.
—okei
The Fog has Cleared
I cannot say exactly
When it happened…
What does it matter?
When it happened…
What does it matter?
—okei :^)
Paintings:
Spring (1925)
Moon at Megome (1930)
woodcut prints by Kawase Hasui
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