The Eden by Yuu Ikeda

Poets like seasonal flowers

wander, float, smile,

and talk about despair.

Here is just a beautiful place

where I can bloom.

Here is just a vibrant place

where I can be alive.

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Poets like seasonal moons

soar, flutter, cry,

and talk about love.

Here is just a beautiful place

where I can exist.

Here is just a sonorous place

where I can breathe.

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