Thursday, March 06, 2003
Until this, the end of sleep
These are the flowers,
on that I say the favorite person or thing.
Nothing however adores
sensibility
and taste of the flowers.
I would want to sleep in the petal
of one of these flowers
and dream of the stars and the breeze,
of they that lead to it,
the end to sleep.
The argument with me in the hour,
in the periods,
if the light and the word to have to differentiate
too much nice gleam
it of the water,
repaired our base of the flower.
Ewe dream here of the stars and the breeze,
of that he leads to them,
the end to sleep.
Talent Hizashi Yamasaki
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