To Osaka

To Osaka blows
Wind waving the pampas grass
Good-bye love, life fades

To Osaka blows
Swirling, shivering wind, snow
Drying with summer

Wind waving the pampas grass
Two lovers lay, sun shines down
Moments, hours, days

Good-bye love, life fades
Cold returns, an end, no more
To Osaka blows

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About kingmidget

About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes. I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
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3 Responses to To Osaka

  1. Kira says:

    I am still thinking…POETRY BOOK! You really do have a gift for writing these poem forms 🙂

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