Friday, July 22, 2005

Memories and hopes of Summer

Cool air with a soft sweet scent blowing through the window

Whispers of sleepy doves offering their morning prayers

The movement of the palm leaves to the will of a summer mourning's winds

memories of summers past

and hopes of summers yet to come

窓から吹き込む甘い香りの涼風

朝のお祈りをささやく眠いハト

朝風の意思に従い、さわさわ音をたてながら揺れ動くヤシの葉

去って行く夏の思い出

やって来る夏の望み

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