July 19, 2013

Sick

This sunset is like a ghost. It's faint and pale. 
A whisper from a bird. I heard it or may be not.
Shake my head & close my eyes.
Even before I notice, a warm stream cross my cheek.
I wonder.
Wonder through my vein, my heart and my soul.
A house and a group of people. I miss them.
A word "miss" didn't describe well about my feeling.


-Akayi 

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