– Two Puddles and the Moon –
I walk —
the damp wind weaving into my footsteps.
I pause —
watching the shimmer of city lights
and moonlight ripple across the surface.I wonder—
have the two puddles returned to the sky?
Did they enjoy their time in this world?
Did they dance the night away
to jazz under the stars?— Miyo Amawa
– Two Puddles and the Moon –
I walk —
the damp wind weaving into my footsteps.
I pause —
watching the shimmer of city lights
and moonlight ripple across the surface.I wonder—
have the two puddles returned to the sky?
Did they enjoy their time in this world?
Did they dance the night away
to jazz under the stars?— Miyo Amawa
– Two Puddles and the Moon –
I walk —
the damp wind weaving into my footsteps.
I pause —
watching the shimmer of city lights
and moonlight ripple across the surface.I wonder—
have the two puddles returned to the sky?
Did they enjoy their time in this world?
Did they dance the night away
to jazz under the stars?— Miyo Amawa