Kawa Karpo Poems

The book that I have
Is miracle as southern ocean?
In the day time it will be
It will be the book that I have
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Who bade good bye?
Not torment！protest！raving talk ！
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Road is going under feet
Feet are out of work from now
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I dreamed that I’m on a boat of history
I dreamed that history is in his lost love
Just as tiny golden box is hanging on summer’s wind
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I rode on a hideous wind
It blows and blows
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I am song, I will sing to the religion
I will sing to the meaning of it
I hate, I am hated, it is mine
Now at last I can die
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I saw thee weep
I saw thee laugh

Come over that well of my heart
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You rolled down some tears of weapon
On river of peace and war
Time is skirting in present days
Are there some other days?
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Cloud, sky, bird and emptiness
They're, going either way under blueness of sky

Avoiding matter of fact
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Let disaster buried among legends
Let only legends deceive fragile history
But let memories leave himself as before
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