Ikusa Otome Suvia Vol. 3

A She

I know one day will come

sweeping tides of the past;

will spread your wings

autumn ochres

air and sparks fly

written of court life in the shadows.

I hope

dreams lighted lamps

were hoping

and today prisms melt

flashes of magical

illuminating the green tomorrow.

Come quickly

rotating arrows stealing time

and kisses are dying in the afternoon

without lips to kiss.

you to come, I know,

to expose my pots to warm solano

that the shade, are the dried flowers

behind the wall that about the roses.
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Yes, I know you'll come,

but ...
may be too late.

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Carlos Serra