I Hope you read this one day, Kyoko. 💕💞👯



When I go to the beach
I seek shells on the sand,
So I can send a message,
To your far end.
The whispers vibrate inside that shell,
My voice reverberates: I wish you well.
The answer, nonetheless, is liquid language,
Echoes of waves, repeatedly languished.

One can only stand and watch,
When the Asian star, paths, cross.
For present time gets spent at a cost.
And once it goes, that moment is lost.


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