Early morning November
Still noire
Stars already hid themselves
Slowly light full in the sky
Pale blue carpet
Is walked by untamed eyes
Open the window
For Merry Widow
New cold spirit
Comes into my white room
“Elle est retrouvée !
Quoi ? l'Éternité
C'est la mer mêlée
Au soleil”
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Author:
Makoto Maruyama (
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Comments1
'Eternity of *Serenity
It is the sea
mixed, with the sun'..
each morning, we can choose
to awake
to our new vista, of life
and in each passing season, we exchange
one perspective of wisdom
for our awaiting: Next...
(a sublime write
beautifully worded,
thanks for sharing, dear Poet)
but maybe, in the future
you can write the English translations of your other languages
in the writer's comment section?
just a thought, since a lot of us aren't as cultured or as multilingual, as you are
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