Grizzle of a lion or bear,
more known it is, what I hear,
open and vast, what I need,
terrace is the place indeed,
breeze with a license to rash,
mud flying high, from the scratch,
trees bent I don’t know why,
may be wanna see the sky,
holes on road are ready to weep,
tears of joy will soon filled very deep,
sneeze of clouds on my face,
cluster of droplets, your voice and those rainy days…..
-Nijo
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