Life is like the wind, it blows like a storm then leaves, as the new leaf falls.

Back from the underground running, moving like the tiger lowly crouching down, found the truth in lies.

In the light beauty lives, like the rain shining on the grass, truth in the simple things.

Found my dog one day, running like a fool in a daze, held in the hands of shade.

Moon in my eyes blinds, I look too long and find folly, greating my goddess soon enough.

I must eat every day, find a meal to fill the void, dulls the pain down deep.

I had a small gun, he had a small wife to hold, best to keep ammo away.


5,7,5 kinda hard to get it to work but mheee' i love Japanese poems.

if you have one lets hear it.;.xoxoxoxox