Unfinished

Makoto Maruyama

Blue sky in this morning again

I get the word; Joy

 

What joy sufficient hath November felt?

What profit from the violet’s day of pain?

 

Je doute des nuages… les nuages qui passent... là-bas... là-bas... les merveilleux nuages!

 

They, les nuages, are free?

 

When we give them freedom, will they come out of their underage state?

 

Les nuages qui passent... là-bas... là-bas...

 

Who’s pain?

What pain does clear blue sky hide?

  • Author: Makoto Maruyama (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2021 02:34
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Lorna

    Ahhhh the clouds in the perfect blue sky...... why doubt?

    • Makoto Maruyama

      Thank you for your comment, I doubt freedom is good?



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