Thursday 28 May 2020

Free Form Poem No.2

There hung the muted dye patterns
Softly decorating the surface of
The cloth which
Undulated gently in the breeze.

Engaged in the rippling tides of time,
Peering deeply into the depths of design,
There, the eye was met
With the eternal bead of timeless delight—
Glowing through from ages past—
Now there was the sun.

~Mike Sasaki 2020

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