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The child is growing up lively

Growing impudent, becoming arrogant, right

Growing wings to fly, disappearing without a trace

There is a back gate, return flight

The dead child lies in last year’s dead grass

 

You’re crying: for all things lost.

You’re waiting: watching the closed gate.

You’re amazed: an angel is coming.

 

“Listen, I’m an angel in descent,

Bringing last year’s complaints.

The child is dead,

You’re an adult now, right,

So there’s no need to look over your shoulder,

The future is not behind.”

 

You’re crying: there’s pain in understanding.

You’re waiting: watching as the angel ascent.

You’re smiling: your fate is your own.

 

©Copyright J.H. – yasuisora

 

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