Author Hiroaki Sato In the west and east friends seldom grow remote in heart. Old and lazy, I let their letters pile up unanswered. Once in a while, when I manage to respond to many, I have a cup of spring brew and feel my mind expand. Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments