January 2010
December 2009
Sand and Dust
Which grain of dust has built my body To blossom and rise up someday Oh, marvelous sand and dust The sun lights a wandering fate.
Which grain of dust has turn to my flesh So I return to dust again someday Oh, exhausted sand and dust What beating noise that never cease?
How many years in this human role Then one dawn, hair white as lime Yellow leaves falling down in mass A hundred years...
