Zywa
Blossoms in Waterwheel
This street in wonderland
a lane of pink clouds
must be the end
of the normal world, happiness
begins here and over there
must be the gate
but I don't want to go there yet
Let me walk slowly and enjoy
trees full of pink cakes
Let me fly away
from pain and nausea
from the holy trinity
of my thoughts, my
organs and the rest, my
despair, grief, and fear
of the unbearable
Let me walk in the clouds
Let the blossoms keep raining
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