March 15, 2011, Tokyo

In the pitch of night, speeding further away
Blurry images melt and merge
To create an elaborate patchwork and stay
Long after they seize to surge

Chasing crazy wind, on the edge of nerves
Exhausted with dangerous path
With uncertain dreams of the times to come 
Where the day at a time is enough

Comments

  1. PattyMarch 22, 2011 at 11:43 PM

    Very fitting for this particular point in time Kirisha..this really says it all!

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  2. PonsAnimusMarch 23, 2011 at 12:02 AM

    I did not know that you are a "blogger", but I knew that there is a poet in you ! You brought it to the point.

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  3. AnonymousMarch 23, 2011 at 4:05 PM

    Thank you to the both of your for the appreciation and kind words.

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  4. AnonymousMarch 24, 2011 at 1:34 PM

    We can only imagine your exhaustion and bone-deep worry. I hope your time for dreams returns soon. You have such a history fo finding beauty,it must pain you so much for it to be hidden right now.

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  5. UnknownMarch 24, 2011 at 1:35 PM

    That last comment is from me--Arlene Radasky. Geesh..... LOL

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  6. AnonymousMarch 25, 2011 at 1:02 PM

    You read my mind, Arlene.
    Thank you

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