PREFACE
PREFACE Ah Dearest reciter poems lurk within my ink bowl Write I my thoughts pressed inst paper gold tinted sounds that fly fromst thy lips ast note of cranes float thru clouds onst mountain tips onst thy lips dangle words as dew that flickers onst flower petals bloom’neath moon to give birth to a breeze that doth shadow cast onst lamps flicker flame azues pink golds dripping fromst thy lips