Parading

I am the fool that has faith in Never.

verily verily I say unto you

Something to fill an empty spot.

We are listening for a sound

Between trees, a slender woman lifts up the lovely shadow

beware of dryness of heart love the morning spring

swallow chattering

that knew it as the present while I thought

To the dim light and the large circle of shade

The heart of a scorpion is swidden