Every Day Is A Journey, And The

There Came A Day When The Clouds Drifting Along With The Wind Aroused A Wanderlust In Me, And I Set Off On A Journey To Roam Along The Seashores

A Thicket Of Summer Grass / Is All That Remains / Of The Dreams Of Ancient Warriors.

An Autumn Night - Don’t Think Your Life Didn’t Matter.

Now The Swinging Bridge Is Quieted With Creepers ... Like Our Tendrilled Life.

Spring Rain Conveyed Under The Trees In Drops.