[Something Like a Poem] The Graphic Design "Wind-Blown Literature Club"
A straight line of sunlight
resembling a parent calling to their child
A curve of wind
playing freely in the vacant lot
Beneath the waves
touching a nostalgic graph
A modern coral city
tropical fish competing in splendor
the bustling thoroughfare is
pale blue
Scorpionfish and others
the small restaurant street where familiar regulars gather is
light blue
The ugly yet beloved
blob sculpin
enduring heavy water pressure
the night world living with scars is
deep indigo
Taking the darkness itself
into flesh, blood, and bone
the bottom of the silence
that Casper reached is
iron navy
A blue gradation
enveloped by the vast ocean
The deeper it goes
the more lonely
the longer
by one's own will
As innocent as a newborn baby
a pure moon-white
As lovely as a fading maiden
a delicate shell-white
Warming a tired body
soba noodles that filled the stomach
After bitter pleasures
a light ink color that looks like it might start crying
From a gradation of clouds
a drizzle falls
in each of those tiny
droplets
there is no color or name
and therefore
various names
are given
The joy of being together
the sadness of not being acknowledged
vivid regret
the end of the path
where one decided not to return
the drizzle always
exceeds expectations
does not listen to pleas to stop
and does not stop falling
and so
finely and surely
it soaks everything
because even they themselves
do not know when they should stop
You pick up
shells on the beach
I pick up
driftwood beside you
Among the many names
the coordinate axis that must be somewhere
we are in the gap between them
it is a gradation
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