The Veil of The Half Moon
The
half-moon is cocooned
in
the veil of the misty light.
The
veil is his own.
The
veil is the symbol of his loneliness.
He
never notices that
I'm
gazing at him.
He
never notices that
I'm
also in loneliness.
Under
the misty light,
I
imagine his loneliness.
Being
cocooned in his own misty veil,
he is going to the navy-blue horizon.
Because She Believes The Sun
The
girl can make cherry blossoms bloom
in
a cocoon of winter intense coldness.
The
girl can change
abandoned
cigarettes' butts at the side of a road
into
rings of obsidian.
The
girl can draw the morning glow
instead
of tears
on
her favorite notebook.
If
I
wish that
the
moon illuminated only me.
If
so,
I
never have fears of night.
I
wish that
the
sun burns only humans covered with malice.
If
so,
I
never have fears of morning.


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