Posted on April 26, 2014
Near a shrine in Japan he’d swept the path
and then placed camellia blossoms there.
Or — we had no way of knowing — he’d swept the path
between fallen camellias.
This entry was posted in Philosophical and tagged Articles, Carol Snow, Featured, Literature, People, Philosophical, Poems, Poetry, Women.
I love this.
[ Smiles ] I am happy to know that you found this poem enjoyable.
.. as I find so many that you post :)
[ Smiles ] Thank you!
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