1995-1996
Moon Dream-
I am alone falling from the moon. I go for
a voice seeking somebody, but there is only the smell
of being alive and dead. I feel my heartbeat stop.
Suddenly I hear the laughter in the wind
through the trees, and see the sight spread full of peach
blossoms in front of me. There, children who have
brand new hearts are dancing. Then I realize
my existence.
by Juri Tsunoda
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