Mika Light

In the color of the night that is Mika with the light. She walks in on the darkness of the street to the bright side of the road. Mika is striking a match thereof to hold. At a steady rhythm with the beat she is moving in on the street in the city of Japan she is “Mika”.

Cool and kind she takes the places from my pain there in the purple color rain. It reflects her persona all the same. On occasion she is rare with a kitty cat stare and in the art of her smile that it develops the beauty of her style. Mika is with a smart and creative persona that it comes from a highlight there from a freshwater flare.

It’s a reflection of her blues on the beat in a motion moving in on the street of the Morioka heat. While it is the dawn of the day that it is an abundance of a prayer. I saw Mika standing there. It is in the calling of a song within the falling of the rain.

Paradise is drawn down from the music all around. It is an artwork from the sound. And it’s the season of the fall that it started with a call. And so it’s beautiful in every way in the places of Iwate.