A POET

Wonderful poetry was taught from the best friend.
Everybody, please hear it.

a thousand winds
Author Unknown

Do not stand at my grave and weep;
I am not there, I do not sleep.

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumun's rain.

When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.

Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there, I did not die.

Poetry that person who wrote doesn't understand
There is a theory that the Indian wrote.
That goes for me, too.
Because the Indian are alive with natural.

DISCIPLINE

I did futsal today.
Strengthening the body will discipline one's mind.
I hope for people all over the world to be trained.
Because the world becomes peaceful.
Take care of yourself. Mr.president in country with yellow card.

Ken Bukoh

CALM

It is fine today.
It walks after a long time in the banks of a KAMO river.
Cherry blossoms in Kyoto were beautiful this year.
I like cherry tree in leaf.
so, It was a wonderful day today.

Ken Bukoh

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Nice to meet you.
Every day when it thinks about environment design.
My thought and philosophy are written down little by little.
My best regards.

Ken Bukoh