Here
No restriction.
Here
I can move
As I wish.
Here
No response
From any side.
Even this
Telephone
Is out of order.
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Stay beyond flying
Beyond dying.
Each one is leaving
And each one is
Forgetting.
But it is all
To remember
In this November
And in December
With the truth
And winter.
Stay awake dear
Everything is clear
With this sunshine-nectar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem