I feel so small among bamboos Clouds and sun are just lost clues I hardly see the sky and light I hardly breathe so shy and tight I look up the top of their limbs Their leaves give me some sudden whims I wish I'd climb up to their top Their haughty height will make me stop I feel so small among bamboos They color green my old blue stews
I feel so small among bamboos
ReplyDeleteClouds and sun are just lost clues
I hardly see the sky and light
I hardly breathe so shy and tight
I look up the top of their limbs
Their leaves give me some sudden whims
I wish I'd climb up to their top
Their haughty height will make me stop
I feel so small among bamboos
They color green my old blue stews
I'll bet it smelled great too...
ReplyDeleteYes, a fine day.
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