outside Osaka-eki

where is yours?
abandoned play-grounds.
childhood; i am hard of hearing.

the saddle is dusty, its plastic eye stare into a
static sadness.
no one dares to play.

round,
round
and round, my dreams once swirled

do a flip- a trick or two, i kiss the sky

where is that place? joys that we never revisit
the swing has broken from its poles
we have flown on high, and left our smile

behind.


a swing creaks in the going wind; ring-around-the rosies, pocket full of posies.

Ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

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so not mine.

i love this show.

Hayao Miyazaki is a gem. his films speak like my dreams,

a blend of fantasy and reality. and splashed with innocence

.rich with undertones of meaning.