Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Hikari

That day, we went

our separate ways.


What kind of excuses

Should I come up with now?


I sense inconcealable weakness

and every time I suddenly stumble,

your existence from that day

strangles this body,


I stand firm, and I swear to the future.

I will believe in the look in your strong eyes.

The skies I have traveled have a freedom similar to solidarity.

I just don't want to turn back.

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