I come and go, not one to stay too long.
Our paths may cross or we might skate along
When I'm bored I come
I stay a day and then walk away
Maybe next year I'll come again
With five more poems in my hand
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Stories by yukine keiko
The fate of everything
Short poems that tie back to something, hidden in the lines there is something always described, a story told.
The Night Of Goodbyes
A single tear running down Yuu's face as he says goodbye to Kie.