Poems from BentoKami
The paths converge with the hint of dew
And the vines form a dancer’s ribbon.
The dusk arrives late this time,
But its purpose remains the...
The colorless world of life passes everywhere I walk.
A sad existence for a search for hope.
“Hey, wanna come over to my house?”
Me? No,...
Here they come with all their desire,
To the head of the spear that burns like fire.
Here they come with their arms hanging towards the...