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?
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Author:
Makoto Maruyama (
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Comments1
Ahhhh the clouds in the perfect blue sky...... why doubt?
Thank you for your comment, I doubt freedom is good?
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