Luminous can’t shine.
Buried in dunes,
Hope of oneness’ bliss.
Unforgiving circumstance.
Sacrilege I indulge in,
For detention.
Deaf to sage’s wisdom,
Inescapable truths.
Heart would sleep,
Burdened by pondering,
Lasting countless moons.
Glory haunts.
Sun will celebrate soon,
Yet I remain to this eve.
Merriment, bitterness,
Cruel irony.
- Rasui Akira
written on February 13, 2006 – 8:28 PM
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