joe acacia Poems

I remember.
There was a that time
When She was still happy in a field of stars.
In a happy time line,
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you're a cherry blossom tree under the spring moonlight.
when your beautiful leaves are falling down sliding in my hair,
i want to fall with them-like the sun falling into dust.
in summer, you smell like the sun.
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I could feel the sunlight coming to an end.
I kept my eyes fixed on the southern sea.
and beyond the great sunset mountain,
I saw the sunset painting the sky in red.
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