something
of my energy toward life
gone astray,
I look in grim moroseness
at the tsunami debris
the Japanese
talk to the death portrait
of the loved one,
why is it that not once
have I talked to my lonely wife's?
something
of my energy toward life
gone astray,
I look in grim moroseness
at the tsunami debris
the Japanese
talk to the death portrait
of the loved one,
why is it that not once
have I talked to my lonely wife's?