A Little Trip
A Little Trip
I had to go on a little trip yesterday
to a vacant hotel in Nirayama where I was born.
There are ruins buried beneath the vacant house.
I have read your letters on my trip.
I have stained your pages with a spot of grape juice.
I have been blown in the summer wind.
Trees and buildings flow quickly on the window of the train.
The train rushes into hot summer.
A small spot of juice on my book.
I wrote my favorite words in a note:
"Green weeds, raisins, glittering sea, a little blue pencil".
(c) Rinzo Shimizu (R. H. Peat has supported about English language)
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