When the wind drives through,
Does it always stay on the road?
Does it ever waver off?
...
Hardened history,
That held on too long,
And has now withered into sand.
(Where the pyramids cry at night,)
(The meaning of love will comfort.)
(And if not, then...)
(The sand will be their final tomb.)
YOU ARE READING
Haruka Toku Ni
PoetryThis poetry collection is dedicated towards those who're going through internal hardships. When the feelings of wanting to depart grow too strong. If you wish to bathe in serenity, this is for you.
