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A cloud and a backpack

Noonday shines warmly. The other side of time. Gaze aimlessly. The cloud's patterned climb, Cotton candy, a silk hat, Africa, your memories. In the backpack, a water bottle, a note pad, a world map, your happiness. A bit heavy but you could shoulder it.

Too much worry is needless. The smell of the wind is awareness. Let's go on a trip, leave behind things left behind. A place of your own awaits.

#poem #ポエム #詩 #takayamasoramaru #バンクーバーの詩人


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