I see a long and straight lane
Covered with the shiny yellow leaves.
At the entrance to this lane
A large red mailbox stands.
I have a postcard with a poem.
It is important and properly stamped.
And then I turn white in shame
Because I remember a failure of the past.
One winter day like today
I forgot to stamp my fateful letter.
This fact reminds me of the different way
Which could be better.
A life is as firmly definite as a lane
In front of me, and beyond repair.
Have I ever been filled with shine?
I stand by the mailbox, viewing the lane from here.
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Author:
Yasu Na (
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Comments2
What a beautiful image and so forlorn..... I read over and over - thank you.
The source of the image in this poem is my real experience. Thank you.
I thought perhaps there was a rainbow in the making.. maybe there was but it was far too cold to see clearly.. I kinda liked these words.. thank you
Each of us has our own rainbow. Thanks a lot.
my pleasure
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