She sees the mountain
upside down.
With her long hair
sweeping the fallen leaves
she swings
like a pendulum.
From the lagoon at sunset
a hundred sparrows fly away.
Wishing them back
she whistles softly.
And downward
she falls into the sky.
She sees the mountain
upside down.
With her long hair
sweeping the fallen leaves
she swings
like a pendulum.
From the lagoon at sunset
a hundred sparrows fly away.
Wishing them back
she whistles softly.
And downward
she falls into the sky.
