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Hyacinth

Day 23 ... it is a beautiful sunny day. 

Good afternoon, ๐Ÿ˜Š๐Ÿฑ๐Ÿ๐Ÿพ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒฑ๐Ÿ

Hyacinth is a poem about recovery. Sometimes people get seriously ill or something incredibly bad happens to them. However, with the kind help of others, people manage to overcome difficulties. A good society is a good world.


Hyacinth

Early morning, spring sun

Found lying down

Even though, pink florets
Blooming like a tiny crown

A faint scent calls 
Me to lend a hand

Are you in pain?

The cluster of pink florets
Gently pull up the gown


Photo by Michie Lyne. 2024

ใƒ’ใƒคใ‚ทใƒณใ‚น

็™ฝใจ้‡‘ใฎๅฐ้“
ๆ—ฉๆœ、ๆ˜ฅใฎๆ—ฅๅทฎใ—

ใƒ’ใƒคใ‚ทใƒณใ‚นใฎๆˆฟ
ๅ€’ใ‚Œใฆใ„ใ‚‹ใฎใŒ่ฆ‹ใคใ‹ใ‚‹

ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚ใƒ”ใƒณใ‚ฏใฎๅฐ่Šฑ
ๅฐใ•ใช็Ž‹ๅ† ใฎใ‚ˆใ†ใซๅ’ฒใ„ใฆใ„ใ‚‹

ๅพฎใ‹ใช้ฆ™ใ‚ŠใŒ็งใ‚’ๅ‘ผใณ
็งใฏๆ‰‹ใ‚’่ฒธใ—ใŸ

ใƒ”ใƒณใ‚ฏใฎใƒ’ใƒคใ‚ทใƒณใ‚น
่‹ฆใ—ใ„?

ใƒ”ใƒณใ‚ฏๅฐ่Šฑใฎๆˆฟ
ใ‚ฌใ‚ฆใƒณใ‚’ใใฃใจๅผ•ใไธŠใ’ใ‚‹

− ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ




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