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| Henri Matisse, Jazz 1947 |
A fresh morning!
A lovely new haircut mum gave.
Full of smiles.
Light steps.
I open the door and go out.
It seems
the clatter of horses' hooves
will greet my ears from somewhere.
A carriage is cheerfully coming
with dancing flower petals.
The invitation to springtime.
Thank you, Monsieur Matisse.
'One evening'
that springs to mind.
A little path
I came across.
Delicate moonlight.
Sweet fragrance.
I followed them.
Cherry blossoms covering the sky.
Pink azaleas like sky clouds filling the place.
The kingdom of flowers.
A fairy tale.
Richness.
Generosity.
No wanting.
No longing.
No striving.
There is.
The place believed in the days of yore.
