The summer stretched on
long and hot...

It was December now
and Kuebiko noticed that...

Kuebiko once again stood
tall and proud...

Days turned to months
and months to years...

on a cobbled street
the aroma of fresh bread...

I once was a feather
that clung to the leaf...

Summer holidays,
skinny dipping if you dared...

Late summer evening and you are late
moments spent waiting are lost moments...

...and, the moon was shot
in the head, yet...

Flickering candle
snuffed out by six callous breaths...

Sacred utterings
philosophy in a chant...

My Mhamo is beautiful,
her eyes sparkle...