Long-Ago Flowers
In the playground of masks
Even though I lose in victory
Balancing clumsily
I sell myself
Those who walked before
With fake sleeves
They seem clear
The skins of people
Long-ago flowers
Melting in the asphalt
At their hours
They are born
In twisted thoughts
Once such a kiss
In the eternal first
I gather the thickest spikes
Into the puddle
Clumsily, absentmindedly
I can avoid them
Those I have behind
Fallen heroes
They seem in the shade
Their heart bones
Long-ago flowers
Melting in the asphalt
At their hours
They are born
In twisted thoughts
Once such a kiss
In the eternal first
Drenched in rain
I rush to the square
The most cursed
Of the state flags
I start to clean
There is no sky
To raise that flag
To soak it in the storm
And drenched in rain
I rush to the square
The most cursed
Of the state flags
I start to clean
There is no sky
To raise that flag
To soak it in the storm
To soak it in the storm
To soak it in the storm