From the wisps
of danger
I pluck my courage.
The branch of the olive tree
bundles my joy.
In the shade,
squeezing my toes,
flexing my feet,
I am alive
here in this mood.
If nowhere is around
the corner
I'll go left
but now I'll
just rest.
of danger
I pluck my courage.
The branch of the olive tree
bundles my joy.
In the shade,
squeezing my toes,
flexing my feet,
I am alive
here in this mood.
If nowhere is around
the corner
I'll go left
but now I'll
just rest.