Crime - Poem by masako ikeda
Do bad things, do things
It has an empty face, and many people are unlikely to recognize themselves.
Red has a large wavelength but blue is pale. I stare at this unnoticed Harukawa.
It seems to be the least color as a substance.
The special nature of oneself, oneself of oneself is and it's good, and it's another,
In order to know your part, I think that a human being who is foolish compared to Shinbutsu will perceive human fear and goodness, Life that both god and man believe in.
If you do not live, you will not defeat the demon.
Although it is sad or precious, protecting humans is, preciously
Polishing human beings is done in such small things as playing with friends and coworkers, scratching, getting back home, taking baths, healing and washing.
I call it a Shine that is 無心 .
Since the mind was not in English, I write a poem as it is.
This is smart.
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