Your memories are hidden
In plastic covers
Revealing my startling secrets,
Past occasions flashback
Recalling you,
Now I play a game with moon
Through your flowing silken hair,
I am lost in the game
Dreadfully once again,
your first words for me
hide in the shadows of grass
and in the blushing moon,
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My wife knows,
You survive for her
Only in plastic covers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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