You need not to
drench me in cold
For the ambiance of the staleness
sat underneath our naked feet.
Nor the strings be cut
So our eyes will permanently close.
You need not to
utter your buried letters
Nor read the
written scripts. . .
For I had a grip
and crumpled
The peripheral vision of yours.
YOU ARE READING
| natsukashii.
PoetryThey have diffused away his ingenious thoughts, and to justify is to become a seeker.
