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Poem 35

A poem by Cranberry Sin.


Cranberry Sin is a guerilla for dignity and likes to combine lovesickness with depraved populist energy.





In the greenhouse there is bloom but not like yesterday bloom.

It is a bloom that is faded. It's always a possibility

To remember the light even when in the gray.

The forest still grows but there are limitations.

A forest's second dream is fire. But it's not the time to be reckless.

The poet Saigyō lived and died with the cherry blossoms

How do you want to live? How do you want to die?

Everything stays right where you left it. But it still changes.

The sun rises today and sets again.

Flowers bloom to fill the land but not the flowers of yesterday.


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