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Showing posts from December, 2011


If you dream with open eyes,
reality begins to change:
at first, it's beautiful,
new colors glossing over the world--
but beware! Dreams can last too long,
and time escapes from your hands.

[A/N: This is my first attempt at a sijo.]


This language textbook tells me:
sounds, reaching vocal cords
vibrate through them,
or not.
A whisper's sound, they say,
is voiceless.

I wonder how that can be true,
'cause when you whisper I love you
in quiet halls and corridors,
I always know the voice is yours.