(2013)
A tanka written on how friendships can spring up almost anywhere if you give them the chance.
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To etch a love song No earthy ink can suffice Only color drawn From such a naive heart-well Could paint even an inkling
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
Such sweet aroma Breathe in the color deeply Exhale precious wafts Crisp Citric spiral peelings, Fill my compost disposal
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
No words escape me The sun will rise tomorrow Or so I am told
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils