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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I am still thinking…POETRY BOOK! You really do have a gift for writing these poem forms 🙂
Your prompt today has my mind working. I may use the same theme but in a different direction.
Yay! I look forward to reading it :).