Fresh from a trip in Japan and itching to paint, this image came to be together with the poem
It's my first thought this morning A remnant of last night's dream It's the burst of sweetness A remnant of bitterness— The Sakura tea!
I was thinking of the bygone blossoms And the fire from the matsuri, A symbol of rekindled passions And the burning desire to create And the spindles of self-doubt Mirrored through my love's eyes And the silent longing notes of Debussy's moonlight
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