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
Poet, Performer, Dancer, Storyteller, Yogini
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