(a story in 4 Senryus)
Dew gently pools on
the rich green Bermuda blades
of suburban lawns.
Walking across grass
soaks your shoes like a splashing
child in a puddle.
Your passage diagrammed,
by wet, green tracks that trace your
path like virgin snow.
Proof you were here, real,
a charming gift watched through chaste
glass that made me cry.
A well composed poem. Simply impressive and pretty....10+++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Nicely composed Senryu. Keeping the trails of your passerby who left a mark on your memory to think and remember. Liked it.10++