Poems from tokii
I tap the glass, my reflection bowed
laurels mirrored at eye level
A drape of million bells
I was told I should be angry
That I should...
now that these are exposed
i hope flowers will grow here
that roots will go deep
i leave these to you
all that's written
all that's left...
cold strokes
hallowed sanctuary
trust as shattered glass
death can be held in fingertips
you told me you dreamt we walked along the water
wooden walkway, ebbing quiet
stillness in the night
you smiled then, said we looked up...
i think i'd like to lay beside the hill
see where the sun strikes the green
yellow lit leaves on twisting stalk
sky blue peaking through
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