Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Tanka!!

I see him, he smiles
My eyes overwhelmed with sights
Flights of butterflies
Then white as mist, I can’t see well
Louder and louder, an unexpected song

Water flows from me
In a well, it never dries
Further, deeper and colder
You’ll fall, dark and pitiful
Look at my soul, I can’t let you go

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