Angel Memory

I peek every faces
Of figures in white gowns.
Behind those white wings,
It may be you, somehow.
I don’t know why my angel
Has to return in the clouds.
My soul can’t forget
Your gentleness around.
Do adult surrender
Or not even remember now?

And all these crowds
Are abandoned memories on the ground.

# 101

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Kyoto, I’m Going to Miss You 002

In oversized backpacks, there are
Everything my small hands could carry,
Every all life necessaries,
But a tiny fraction of heart, I marry.

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# Autumn sky, Kyoto #75