joe acacia Poems

the wind that blows coming from north,
it fills us with strength.
all the clouds of the past left without a noise.
the sun is getting old.
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you're a cherry blossom tree under the spring moonlight.
when your beautiful leaves are falling down sliding in my hair,
i want to fall with them-like the sun falling into dust.
in summer, you smell like the sun.
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I could feel the sunlight coming to an end.
I kept my eyes fixed on the southern sea.
and beyond the great sunset mountain,
I saw the sunset painting the sky in red.
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legends tell a story and stories become legends.
some turn into embers and some into fames.
the embers will blow away,
but the fames will be remembered for centuries.
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I remember.
There was a that time
When She was still happy in a field of stars.
In a happy time line,
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like an arrow in the blue sky,
you're like a bird passing through mountains and rivers.
like the wind and clouds brushing pass,
you are the dandelions blowing in the air.
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living in a world where the sun lights up on our days,
a world where the sun appears and the darkness disappears.
this world where humanity complain
about the feeling of sunlight burning their skins.
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It was the night of the clear moon,
when the stars danced in the midnight sky.
I could hear the wind whispering.
until the grey sky arrived.
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