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To One Who Died

Sparrows wake up at dawn like you and tap on the window,
The gloxinia quietly blooms as if it were you beside my pillow,

The morning wind comes like someone waking me from sleep,
Your fragrance is cool in the bedroom at five a.m.

I throw off the white sheets and stretch my arms
And meet your smile in the sunshine of a summer morning,

You say with a whisper what day it is today,
You stand like someone with authority over me,

I become your child
And you become my young mother,

You are here, you are still here,
You become everything and fill me,

Although I feel unworthy of your love,
Your love ignores all and folds me into itself.

The Chieko
Poems
by Kotaro
Takamura

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