By
Mouse-chan
STANDARD
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Depressing, depressing, weird and depressing. Any emails, as usual, can be sent
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Should
I ever dream the dream,
If
no skilled fisherman can catch the silver fish,
Should
the seas be hard and unreasonable,
Bury
me not under clay.
Heavens
will smile as it always has,
Dirt
that day takes no falling drops,
A
dark shade naught amongst the shade of sky blue,
None
gathers save a few.
Old
ache for freedom burns and scars,
Time
cannot see nor meddle,
Heat
joyfully welcomed into embrace,
Layers
shed leaving only the truth.
May
the wind be my feet,
To
bow before the heaven’s eye,
And
hear its lover’s pale sigh,
See
the soundless children they watch.
Perhaps
I would laugh,
And
heed my name’s calling,
To
dance where the fallen leaves travel,
As
they lead me to where I belong.
~OWARI~