Moumoku

blinded eyes will never see light
once apone a time on that faithful night
seeing nothing but with a touch of a hand
feeling the warmth of the sand.
breez blows near
sun on her face
thanking god for her love and grace.
smell of water just like salt,
and palm trees shades her skin.
hearing those who walk right near
giggling at what she hear.
eyes stayed shut
but mind wide open
making her strong and not broken
"need a hand?" he may ask
but blessed young girl
waves her hand and pass

feeling the pettles of this morning glory

need to say this girl wount rest
as she calibrates matsuri fest.


this girl she was sent from heaven
showing there is more to life

why is she different?? some may ask

shes not like you, nor like me
she do not need her eyes to see.





-kumiko yamamoto
morning glory- of its mortality and allows people to see just how short, yet beautiful, life can be.
(Japanese flower)