An Illusion Poem by Nanashino Ryu

An Illusion



I heard that long time ago
people got hunting here.
After volcanic ash fell and piled up,
the land became big burial ground.
Furthermore, mud deposited on the land.
And now,
I see many buildings around here.

In the future,
after the buildings collapsed,
what will there be here?
…………
…………
I have looked up.

Thursday, April 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: illusion
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