A Palace Without Farewell
The rhythm of farewell’s string is still twanging…
I am composing the symphony of painless heart to guard myself,
From the overflowing waves of grief in the sea of farewell …
In my interval of dreams, I hear the orchestra of eternal story…
From the palace where unstained by the voice of farewell…
As I hear the peacefully sonata of heaven’s serenity,
I’ll cross the chaotic sea to the pure white utopia.
I’ll do my best to play the melody of the moon and earth,
To reach the place where I whispered in this piano’s timbres.
A palace unstained by sound of farewell…
poem by Mizushi Hikari
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The Falling Flowers
In the beginning I saw your smile…the unwithering flower…
I was dancing onside of thousand blooming flowers…
The bud’s fragrance was overwhelming silently.
That moment, I felt it in the town of wind with calm breeze.
Every tear and smile has a beginning and ending.
This time, my unwithering flower is falling down onto my tainted road…
The song of storm and fire take away all of my unwithering flowers.
The fragrance, the flower’s colours…everything is melt vastly.
Inside the locked remorse, I find a falling flower.
Inside the cold guiltiness, I start dancing and plant the flower.
This falling flower, I plant it…on the empty soil named despair.
This falling flower, I water it…with my tears named blood.
poem by Mizushi Hikari
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