on my patio grows a pine tree a bamboo fence keeps private all the sadness I felt this covid winter no comb nor brush can pass through my hair gentle fingers find their way in darkness waves of undulating delight Genie Nakano
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on my patio grows a pine tree a bamboo fence keeps private all the sadness I felt this covid winter
no comb nor brush
can pass through my hair
gentle fingers
find their way in darkness
waves of undulating delight
Genie Nakano
Good to hear this. What a year gone by–so many of my friends passed and some still fighting cancer. Things are perking up around here. But I still don’t feel like being in crowds. It’s been too hard. So happy to hear from you!
Relaxing. Sent from my Verizon, Samsung Galaxy smartphone
Hi. yes on the patio. Thank you my shy yoga student took the photo. She is yasashi
Is this on your porch.
Looks beautiful.
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