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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