There are somebody’s houses
Heaven’s door is closed
Rain, rain, rain
Like spleen
Swaying wet laundry
Like my spirit
Let's bear the white blank
I'm being watched
Yes
Who am I watching?
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Author:
Makoto Maruyama (
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Brilliant!
I can offer you, no greater praise
than letting you know
for a moment
when I was reading your words
I felt like, I was reading something written
by that banished immortal poet, himself:
Li Bai or rather Rihaku for you
or best yet: 李白
'Swaying, wet laundry
Like my spirit
Let's bear the white, blank
Yes, I'm being watched
*but*, Who am I: watching?'
(what a brilliant wording, capturing
that daily embattled, questing
for serenity's soothing whispers, pondering:
loss of direction
ever-murky waters of self-identity
and disappearing traces
of what was so important, to us
only yesterday...)
Thank you so much for your comment!
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