Around the pupil of the eye like crystal

which is stuck in the bright smiling face,

the thing spreading reddishly

is

the reddish sky of earlier evening which contains sunset.

 

Soon,

as if it bursts into rain,

 

Yet

the pathetic effort of the muscle made from quiet winkle,

and smiling around mouth

prevents the rain from pouring down.

 

Piling up and up,

and being clear and clear,

the lake contains the wordless words,

and makes the tears piling up

in the heart of others.

The tears filled in her eyes

which cannot be pumped

with either millions of words

or billions of words

spread into the eyes of others,

are piled up again,

and make the sky reddish,

unawarely.

 

The eyes are crying

on smiling effort.

 

 

 

 

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