闇に睨まれそこから動けない
まぶたを閉じると
蔦が降りてきて
立体感も臨場感もない部屋に
緑の筆が寿命を縮める
広がる平原が
脳裏に転がる小石
そこに寝そべる
夜明け前
Darkness not to break off shines from the overhead
I am glared in darkness, and I cannot move
When I close eyelids
Ivy drops and
In the room having neither the three-dimensional impression nor a sense of reality
I narrow life by a green writing brush
The plain which opens
It spreads through the mind
Good
I lie at full length there without saying one word
Starlit sky before the daybreak
禁酒man23day
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