it was a special day

There’s a tingling in my fingers,
waiting for the moment of bliss;
it’s coming through nights and days,
sending me some lights;
and so I go ahead.

***

That summer lake I think of
is ever shining in the mountain wind,
tickering tickering tickering…
Dear friends, O friends,
I will never forget.

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(c)2011 Tomomi Fune