My Last Golden Gate Trip

Crossing the same bridge, holding the same note,
I looked up to the sky but that eyes,
Surprisingly, came with open smile.
Crossing the bridge, holding the note written,
“I won’t jump if at me, one person smiles”
This world has the light somewhere, I survive.
Crossing the same bridge, holding the same note,
I looked up to the sky but you smiled.

#118 triolet

Hidden Summer Pleasure

The fierce sunlight beams
Through the seam of filmed window.
The tapered milky way
Of dust floats and glows.
Drops of iced tea sweat
Slowly running down.
The bright blue sky
With barely moving clouds.

The faint breeze sweeps
Into the seam of soul.
Wandering the wonderful moment
When life can be slow.
Both mind and body
Flush by hidden dreams and heat.
In beautiful summer,
Time unfolds its pleats.

Daily Prompt: Hidden

Local Train for Saturday

It’s Saturday, let’s go leisurely.
Taking local train deliberately.
The rhyme wakes foggy mind softly;
Pause gently, move regularly.

It’s life, let’s go beautifully.
Capture the moment of ordinary.
It’s always too soon to be ready
When presence turns into memory.


# 113 My Saturday with Keihan Uji line local train (the train that stops every station), Kyoto.
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