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A Secret Place

 Day 19 ... It's getting warmer, already February.๐ŸŒธ

Good evening, ✨ ๐Ÿ”ฎ๐ŸŽผ๐ŸŽˆ

A Secret Place is a poem about unexpected discovery. She finds herself in an abstract space, and she tries to describe her vision of where she is.



A Secret Place

It's been a little bit of journey to 
A secret place where
Even she has no clue
Inevitably but naturally
Realise herself, being there

Is it a beautiful place? Not quite,
It's more like somewhere in between
Two worlds, yes, that's right!

A secret place where
Even she has no clue
Inevitably but naturally
She finds being there anew


๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ“–๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ’Ÿ๐Ÿ“–

็ง˜ๅฏ†ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€

ใกใ‚‡ใฃใจใ—ใŸๆ—…ใ ใฃใŸใ‘ใ‚Œใฉใ‚‚
็ง˜ๅฏ†ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€
ๅฝผๅฅณใซใ‚‚ไฝ•ใฎๆ‰‹ใŒใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚‚ใชใ„
ๅฟ…็„ถ็š„ใซ、ใงใ‚‚่‡ช็„ถใซ
ใใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹่‡ชๅˆ†ใซๆฐ—ใฅใ

็พŽใ—ใ„ๆ‰€?ๅฎŒๅ…จใงใฏใชใ„ใ‘ใ‚Œใฉ
ใ‚€ใ—ใ‚ไธญ้–“ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใชๆ‰€
ไบŒใคใฎไธ–็•Œใฎ、ใใ†!

็ง˜ๅฏ†ใฎๅ ดๆ‰€
ๅฝผๅฅณใซใ‚‚ไฝ•ใฎๆ‰‹ใŒใ‹ใ‚Šใ‚‚ใชใ„
ๅฟ…็„ถ็š„ใซ、ใงใ‚‚่‡ช็„ถใซ
ๅฝผๅฅณใฏใใ“ใซใ„ใ‚‹ใ“ใจใ‚’ๆ”นใ‚ใฆๅฎŸๆ„Ÿใ™ใ‚‹

− ใƒŸใƒใƒผ・ใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ

A silver blue rose on the sunset rose, with pastel, Michie Lyne.





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