They are there where they were; the cliff, the trees and fishing boats. The sky, too. Don't they move just a little somewhere?
Nothing changed. But this nothingness.
over
the sound
of waves—
of waves—
the sound
of wave
of wave
Showing posts with label Beach. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Beach. Show all posts
Thursday, November 3, 2011
The sand of Nanganesa haibun
Nothing changed after two months as I step my feet back in the sand of Nanganesa beach.
They are there where they were; the cliff, the trees and fishing boats. The sky, too. Don't they move just a little somewhere?
Nothing changed. But this nothingness.
They are there where they were; the cliff, the trees and fishing boats. The sky, too. Don't they move just a little somewhere?
Nothing changed. But this nothingness.
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