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Sunday, February 19, 2006


I Hear A Whistle
I can hear a whistling farther away than yesterday
I collect the scattered pieces
I hold them tightly in my right hand, and
Softly close my eyes.
Knife-like moonlight rains down on a night that
Freezes even the horizon.
Alone in that wilderness,
Hugging my knee I strain to hear the song of the wind.
Those who do not know a sleepless night
Cannot become strong; that is the rule
I can hear whistling farther than the stars
And the skies
It’s the words of someone’s prayer
I hold them tightly in my right hand,
And softly close my eyes.
A thing that’s even sadder than loneliness Is not realizing that loneliness
No matter how freezing the night,
Under the earth
Warmth is hidden
Rather than being a bird
That is trapped in a cage
I would become a nameless stone
I can hear a whistling farther
Than yesterday
I collect the scattered pieces
And holding them tight in my right hand,
I softly close my eyes
I can hear whistling from a distant yesterday
It’s the words of someone’s prayer
And holding them tight in my right hand,
I softly close my eyes
Holding them tight in my right hand,
I softly close my eyes.

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