Mischief of the edge

The mischief of the edge I do not want to see

Sometimes the fear of the past abhorrent past

Wrap me like smoke

I think that my heart is disturbed and I see a pale sky

I wish I were not me

I wish I were not me

My heart is troubling and I want to erase myself

I wish I had disappeared

While getting fuzzed by the wind

I wish I had disappeared

My heart is sinking like a sunny sun

It disappears under the dead leaves of winter

To go for an Ikimono

            A poet ~ Now person ...