Anthology rhymes 　　 - 私詩韻集 -

凪の記憶　

The slope of Fiesole -- I descended, feeling the day slowly coming to an end.

The western sun coming through the olive branches told me it was time to embrace the hustle and bustle.

I turned my feet toward the church to escape.

The reflection of the façade, which foreshadows silence, deepens the "blackness" beyond the doors.

The cold air from the stone-paved floor.

Over the altar, the light of dusk dripped from the stained glass.

A moment of lull-serenity.

I wondered how long it had been, the shadows had invited the darkness in.