梅 - 花見 - 日本
The longer I stand here
The louder the silence
I know that you're gone but sometimes I swear I hear
Your voice when the wind blows
So I talk to the shadows
Hoping you might be listening
But I know that you can't hear me any more
- Skylar Grey
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slowly transform, til they bear
tender pink blossoms
So too can dark depression
alter itself, & flower
Another little tanka poem, inspired by this
these lyrics
there is a person who is not here with us any more
but I am sure he always listens when I speak to him
in contrary
a person who I consider a kindred soul
lately hears what I say but he does not listen to me any more
so who is more far away from me now?
so ironic...
it's sad but it doesn't hurt
like I knew all along that time is the master
in destroying relations between people
I experience it and
even knowing this, I search..
I keep looking for exceptions
because there are some,
I hope...
I am sure if we talk about it , we wild find more
Profund and relevant reasons .