The evening breeze stirs, lily of the valley sways, and the moon rises above the treetops.
I poured 365 days of idle thoughts into poetry, telling them to the sea breeze, leaving out only a few words here and there.
The life I've long dreamed of.
The evening paper from the little town's alley, flowers delivered every month to carry my longing, roadside vendors calling out their wares, the sea breeze beneath the stars each night, and the sound of the waves.
After the lily of the valley bloomed, a new crop of leaves took its place. The cherry tree in the courtyard has blossomed once more.
There are 365 days until our country gives you back to me.
I miss you so, so much.
A Poem of Reveries Through the Years
Theme: Though time is brief, may we both be well.
