Chiyuki Koyama

My Moon

In my dreams I see you walk upon a sandy shore somewhere.
You keep your head down to the ground, the wind tosseling your hair.

I call your name into the air, yet the air is thick as concrete.
I try to yell and catch up with you, but my voice is now discrete.

I can not run, nor can I call.
Now I can do nothing but fall.

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