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Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
To puddle one’s words Few are willing to admit Myself least of all To fall and land upon earth Closer to Earth than before?
Delicate surprise From behind blind-folded eyes That glint of glitter Sprinkle, sprinkle, floating down We reach out, we grasp, we drink
Tonight I awoke to an orange hori… one that I had never greeted befor… It took me back, to the days of ce… and disregard for the ticking of c… Part two:
My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
Bickering tree frogs Endless croaking back and forth Dream a soothing song One where two branches can meet In this capital forest
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Anticipation Generic butterflies swarm Twists, knots, fluttering They find no golden nectar Only number two pencils
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
