”My mind”
Though words of my mind are a delusion.
I try to spin a word.
It’s supported by the commendable words, and there is now.
I have a word help and gets vigor from a word.
That seems to be talking with the mind.
Words make the rank again gently.
You’re spinning a word which looks good on me.
As only my irreplaceable poetry.
Because I myself who can be no one spin.
Words are for me so gently.
You tell and show me.
”Poet - moderns…”
お写真は私の海外の親友のワイルドさんにお借りしました・・
いつも仲良くして頂いてありがとうございます＾＾
ありがとうございました
