White birds flying high
whispers from the southern wind
life beyond the fence
Grace notes; a gift from the sky
Pure white droplets from above
lights bright from above
the streets don't sleep anymore
just rain sometimes veils
Sleeping -- sleeping -- I can't sleep
It's 3 a.m. I'm awake …
Just like sake in our cups, the verses flowed freely. The full poems and more thoughts about our renga party are posted here at holliix.blogspot.com
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