Path of a Comet
Oppressed
By the heavy thoughts within me,
The rose in my heart
Falls piteously.
All are dim tonight—
The evening moon shrouded in the clouds,
The lights of the city of Kurosawa,
And my life.
Dreaming
The poppies let their petals fall.
Losing my dream,
I let my spirit fail.
If the tendrils of a morning glory
Wind themselves about my hair and bloom,
I shall lie asleep till the autumn wanes.
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