* A typical muggy day in Japan

Birds sing a poem,
fly away as a swarm,
spreading charm.

Kid stays in the room,
staring at the game
in the pale cold palm.

Mother with the broom
sweeps in the factory dome,
with no more hair to comb. 

Father faces his doom
as creeps in the farm
lying like a tomb.

by fighter_eiji | 2014-05-08 08:08 | English
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