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THE SKIES BREATHE WITH YOU
Your gaze, the first river birthed by dawn—
flowers bow to your stream, singing with their roots.
Your hair, a mist unraveling on mountain peaks:
curl by curl, you rain down upon the wildwoods.
When your fingertips brush a dove’s wing,
fields weave an indigo carpet from dewdrops.
Your footprints awaken daffodils in Mother Earth’s womb—
each step pregnant with the birth of a star!
When your lips speak, oak trees take root in the sky,
your shadows teach the cliffs the sun’s tongue.
If your laughter is a storm, then I
am a ship with shattered oars—
you, the hurricane steering my course.
You are;
a wheat field’s love letter to the wind,
a gemstone cascading from a volcano’s blaze,
the seed of the Milky Way glowing in night’s embrace…
Beside you, even pebbles recite verse,
for the earth rewrites its poem
with every breath you take.
Look,
birds unfurl their wings for you—
the rainbow blushes to color your shadow!
Mr. Poem
Your gaze, the first river birthed by dawn—
flowers bow to your stream, singing with their roots.
Your hair, a mist unraveling on mountain peaks:
curl by curl, you rain down upon the wildwoods.
When your fingertips brush a dove’s wing,
fields weave an indigo carpet from dewdrops.
Your footprints awaken daffodils in Mother Earth’s womb—
each step pregnant with the birth of a star!
When your lips speak, oak trees take root in the sky,
your shadows teach the cliffs the sun’s tongue.
If your laughter is a storm, then I
am a ship with shattered oars—
you, the hurricane steering my course.
You are;
a wheat field’s love letter to the wind,
a gemstone cascading from a volcano’s blaze,
the seed of the Milky Way glowing in night’s embrace…
Beside you, even pebbles recite verse,
for the earth rewrites its poem
with every breath you take.
Look,
birds unfurl their wings for you—
the rainbow blushes to color your shadow!
Mr. Poem
So cold, so dark
But what is the spark? Falling from sky
Like magic powder
Like golden star
In morning park
Flaying and glide With special power
With special power
Makes the world brighter Defeat the sorrow
You're not so hollow
But what is the spark? Falling from sky
Like magic powder
Like golden star
In morning park
Flaying and glide With special power
With special power
Makes the world brighter Defeat the sorrow
You're not so hollow
I made some new keychains.
My friends and I are planning to create a local magazine about Asia. It will cover China, Japan, Korea, and Thailand. Are you interested in doing a short interview?
こんにちは
Do you know name of that instrument ?
What do you think about hats ?
What do you see from the window?
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