This poem is dedicated to Isla, the character from Dogakobo's Plastic Memories.
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Snow
white hair
drifting laterally
like a rather strange blizzard.
drifting laterally
like a rather strange blizzard.
Her
teary red eyes shine
as if flames bloomed in the sea,
doomed to an uncertain fate.
She is graceless,
tumbling over thin air,
allowing tea cups to shatter on the floor,
sending fluid snaking across.
Despite her clumsiness,
she never acquiesces,
and instead she perseveres
at the cost of her sanity.
Reserved and quiet,
like a light drizzle falling onto concrete,
she is far from others,
Desperate to transform into a more ideal being.
In all her imperfections,
she is admirable and noble
in her tearful efforts to help other people.
as if flames bloomed in the sea,
doomed to an uncertain fate.
She is graceless,
tumbling over thin air,
allowing tea cups to shatter on the floor,
sending fluid snaking across.
Despite her clumsiness,
she never acquiesces,
and instead she perseveres
at the cost of her sanity.
Reserved and quiet,
like a light drizzle falling onto concrete,
she is far from others,
Desperate to transform into a more ideal being.
In all her imperfections,
she is admirable and noble
in her tearful efforts to help other people.
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