Saturday, January 16, 2010


There are no Geisha in Gion tonight
The tea houses lit
Seem empty
And the street lamps dim
I walk a cobbled street
My hands are cold
The river is still
The city is lost
I catch a glimpse of myself
A moment of reflection
I am somehow different
And still the same
You take a photo of me
I wish I could stay this way forever.

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