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Poetry

You always visit me. In sadness, In silence. Like flashes Like waves. You come to make me smile, You leave to make me cry. © January 2014

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by m_iyashikei

by m_iyashikei

It's been
I don't know
since when I
last saw you.
But there's still
time that
I think of
you.

I smile seeing
your face,
hearing your
voice.
I still recognize it.
and when that
time comes --
It gets harder
to live everyday.