{random poetry #28}





Nothing 
in the world
is usual today.
This is 
the first morning. 



Even though
these pine trees 
keep their original color,
everything green
is different in spring.



In love with you
My heart has many
Worries, yet
Not a single one
Would I be without.



Now only
Thoughts of it
Fill my mind;
To forget, even more
Pain is what I want!


Is it only I
Who will hold you in my thoughts?
How terrible,
That you, my destination
Should not know at all.


Izumi Shikibu ]