Talent Hizashi Yamasaki 
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These poems that I wrote.
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Thursday, May 08, 2003

 


The suffocating haze

The suffocating haze
is under the sun
pockmarked

Perplexed it makes us,
being on the road where every day dies,
being indistinct.

Within the horizon of smoke
over the grass,
the rubbish of the skin solidifies,

Simultaneously, it touches,
it is good to your hair
which is a clear remainder

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