Vagabond Multilingual Journal Spring 2005

November 7, 2001 Captured by love Or is it the mist? Can’t see Walking blindly Behind me someone Is laughing silently Wobbly walking Like an aged woman Falling over a stone On the side of a street Hitting the forehead Spilt blood Taints the mist Crimson Tonight: a mesmerizing Scarlet drapery. Ayako Urao Ayako Urao - Page 12 - VAGABOND