Poem-solitude, horizon

The sealed silence

without any sounds

It is called Solitude on our place

The promise between you and I

On your telephone call to me tonight

Not to wait for

Your real laughter, hands, and smile

Not to waste

My real rest, sleep and tears

You say we share this ONE feeling

in different places

The office and our home

equally the same as yours and mine

Your deep love never makes me down…

My warm steps wherever you are

Our virgin road has no horizon like this…

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by Takako

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