in the silence of a spring morning
I walked along the shrine's trail
the pillars made of vermilion red
I ask the gods to lead me to the
answer I have been searching
for in so many years
as I approach the end of the trail
the answer came to me
like a soft wind from the East
and I knew what I needed to do
- Photo by DeltaWorks. Courtesy of https://pixabay.com/en/japan-takahashi-inari-kumamoto-2224990/
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Words in Colors
PoetryThis collection of poetry is inspired by colors. Each poem will either be named after a color, or include a color somewhere in the piece.
