“What shall I do with this ageing me? Neither floating nor sinking, I drift, tossed by the waves of years.” — Takuboku Ishikawa Copy Share Image
Like a kite Cut from the string, Lightly the soul of my youth Has taken flight. — Takuboku Ishikawa Copy Share Image
When I breathe, This sound in my chest Lonelier than the winter wind — Takuboku Ishikawa Copy Share Image
