02. Fate
There was a time when I became fond of Haiku, translated by a monk on Facebook, and it inspired me to try writing a few poems myself. It was the end of the year, so I wrote about peach and apricot blossoms. I also imagined a young nun, on New Year’s Eve, while stoking fire
01. RAIN
I am just an ordinary person, have nothing special, except perhaps for one good trait: I am not afraid of being lonely. Staying secluded for a long time doesn’t bother me one bit. That’s probably why fate steers me to wet cities. Rain, with its damp air, could foist one on encirclement. Silence and drum
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