Fantasy of that back
I see the friendliness of the twilight
above the mighty sky
accompanied by the caress of the clouds
like cotton
with the west wind inscribed
with a poem that hums
as the flamboyant fall of summer wishful thinking, damn! always a faint shadow flashed that haunts my imagination
is it just a silly fantasy?
why does it have to be that back?
With hazy white-blue uniform
whose mystery is too deep
I can't dive
after the madness of this story
I want to wash my face in the open sea
and close the sheet
huh, what a strange dream about that figure
Too high, can't reach I wanna forget
This poem I made myself, I'm sorry I still amateur. This poem is about someone at the past.
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