Sit on the chair,
looking at the sun slowly surviving from the east
this city is fainting away
a leaf lying there, taking over me
observing the changes
Wildly dancing, greedily talking
following this cold surrouding, my happy thoughts
what left over, what follows me
let this rain, erode his predition of my urgency, my argument
If this is a bravely embrace, without price
don't let me fly, but softly surrounds me
if this is a decaying place
forgive my flying, my souvenir for you
is the sun
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1 comment:
this seems sad poem...?
so, the fish is dying...... at the end?
tell me later about the story-
i ate salmon yesterday while i was talking on the phone with you..... and i felt the taste was very nice...maybe the fish delievered me sunlight-ious taste as souvenir...kuku
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