My colleague wants the Art of Zen, in French of course Translated from Japanese…I suppose, for they started it. But she wants it from the
My tux folds on me like boxes in a warehouse, And my tie blends in the picture, not even a fibre Seems out of place,
No neither. I see… I see bird droppings zoom out the sky and And… Humans drop looking for luck in different spheres. The crowd panics.
The rain dance is drugged beyond reason to the point That the grass bends beyond reason till their points Wave in the sludge pulling
These are a few words you can surprise your special other with on the day both of you publicly agreed to walk the special path
Darkness will sure come Like cloudy shadows on trees, Wind swings in new hope (c) Nyonglema