The Invisible Yarn

I wish I had an invisible yarn
I would bow your little finger before
Losing you into the world, big and wide.
I wish I had an invisible yarn
Of our fates that still entwine.
The string to bring us to meet once more.
I wish I had an invisible yarn,
And could bow your heart corner before…

Daily Prompt: Yarn

#111: I miss triolet and you

Love at First Sight Might Sound Beautiful

Love at first sight might sound beautiful.
How could it be true? I don’t know who you are?
But at a glance in your eyes, I then knew,
Love at first sight might sound beautiful,
How harmful to be pulled with no clues.
How fearful to be lost in bizarre.
Love at first sight might sound beautiful.
How it could be true, I don’t know who you really are.

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# Triolet

Falling Right Has to Pass This Heartbreak

Falling fast is a privilege of youth.
Falling right has to pass some heartbreaks.
To deny and open eyes for the truth.
Falling fast is a privilege of youth.
Though I’m dead at second your smile shooted,
This’s going to end with tears and heart bruise.
I’m sorry. Let me prevent a mistake.
Falling fast is a privilege of youth.
Falling right has to pass this heartbreak.

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Daily Prompt: Youth
# I missed writing a triolet

A Soulbird Song

Open a window for a morning.
A songbird sings “Hello, darling. How are you?”
Follow the blue sky out of sight.
Open a window for a morning
Light. Take a deep breath. Smile.
Appreciate those questions in the eyes. While
Open a window for a morning,
With a songbird, sing “Hello, darling. How are we?”

Open a window for a morning. Rain.
“Are you all right?” the same bird sings behind the wet pane.
The tears and clouds swoop down once again.
Open a window for a morning rain.
Keep listening. Be present.
Keep loving. Be contented.
Open a window for a morning rain.
“Life is going to be all right” a soulbird sings despite the pains.

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# Daily Prompt: Open

For the Love (of the Sky)


How I can describe the sky
In three words. I cannot
Shrink clouds and stars.
How I can describe the sky
Where it always lifts my
Soul and heals the scars.
How can I describe the sky
In three words? I cannot.

How I can describe my feeling
In three words. I can
Not imagine, but my life, you come in.
How I can describe the feeling
When you lift my soul and
Heal the scars with a kiss.
How can I describe my feeling
In three words? I can.

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# Triolet for my favourite space, the sky.
Photo: The Rose Garden. Kyoto.

Everything Is Beautiful Because Of the Grey Sky


Everything is so beautiful
Under the grey sky.
Like the paint on the white tile.
Everything is so beautiful
By the heart and the truth.
Neither a word to lie nor a spotlight to shine.
Isn’t everything more beautiful
Because of the grey sky?

Life is so beautiful
On the plain backgroud.
In winter, I can’t have you around.
Life is as beautiful
As a rose before a summer rain.
“Seeing you again” is a sweet pain.
Life wouldn’t be this beautiful
Without the plain background.

Everything is beautiful
Because the sky is not blue.
The storm may come without any clues, but
Everything is beautiful
Because you’re with me. We’ve lived among
People’s kindness and nature’s beauty.
Everything is beautiful
Because the sky today is not blue.

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# Triolet. For my love to the rose.
Kyoto Botanical Garden on last sunday.

When We Were Not Kids

When we were kids,
Everything seems simplistic.
Spending hours with a piece of plastic
When we were kids.
No need to worry. Nothing to guilty.
The moral shades different entirely.
When we were kids,
Everything is simplistic.

But we were not kids,
To realize life is not like a dream journey.
Pleasure is guilty. Obstacle hits tidally.
But we were not kids
To fight it with a sword made of plastic.
A gradient of decision seems sarcastic.
But we were not kids.
Let’s make life more than a dream journey.

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