Love should be for those who are awake,
Not for those sleeping on a way!
At the Crossroads
At the crossroads
There are two,
Love needs an excuse
Under a full moon,
For dreams to come true,
For flowers to bloom
For wind to stroke soul
So gentle and kind,
When a crossroads is
Already behind.
Prayers
Prayers… prayers…prayers
Out of kindness you present to all,
Yet thus being indulged in praying…
You’ve not achieved your goal…
Who knows…
Perhaps the pray is first of all!?
Fleeting Love…
Fleeting love,
It feels shy. It runs,
Averting eyes,
But it’s delighted inside.
It is delighted with encounter,
It is delighted with a storm,
It is delighted with a life,
With tears and strength,
Which came at dawn.
Though fleeting it is called,
It can strongly wings unfold.
It leaves a trace for the end of days
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