Beginning of the day When I get up at the beginning of a dark day in the morningAir is tight and RinkoQuietness as if in a sacred shrineIt is that it is nothingI realize that I am living in my sleeping face of my wife and daughteri'm aliveI am alive properly A poet ~ Now person ...
When I get up at the beginning of a dark day in the morningAir is tight and RinkoQuietness as if in a sacred shrineIt is that it is nothingI realize that I am living in my sleeping face of my wife and daughteri'm aliveI am alive properly A poet ~ Now person ...
