November 7, 2001
Captured by love Or is it the mist? Can’t see Walking blindly Behind me someone Is laughing silently Wobbly walking Like an aged woman Falling over a stone On the side of a street Hitting the forehead Spilt blood Taints the mist Crimson Tonight: a mesmerizing Scarlet drapery. Ayako Urao
Ayako Urao
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