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Ask me who he is A tall tree and branches keen words drop; leaves shaken I try to collect them all But forget them by the stream
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
A natural fog Too tired to remember Dowsing memories Broken alarm clock weeping Woe be to his faint tick, tock
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?
Scattering shy leaves Skittering down two by two In Fall’s breeze they sink Forming such a golden path Blind-folded hearts can follow
Life’s obligations A daunting sea of turmoil With crest after crest I’ll hide in this briny shell Till the tide forgets my name
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
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!
A midst cold classrooms Seemingly short dialect Audio-connect Slowly frozen hearts will drip As conversations bubble
