Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Pink crane


I wander around,
With my pink glossy crane...

The subway is a maze,
I run and run, but I can’t find a way out...

There are many meanings for happiness
There are hearts...
But we have too much...
So we lose sight of it...

Far away, even if we’re apart,
I always pray for your happiness..
Even if it doesn’t reach you...

I wish we could be together but it's too late...
...The crushing realities...
I'm sorry...
~Bear Bear~




4 comments:

Pandabonium said...

Sweet poem. I can relate to the feeling of not escaping the crowded station.

K and I went to Hiroshima last August and saw thousands of paper cranes that have been sent to the peace park in memory of the atomic bombing victims, mostly by school children. Very moving.

Bear Bear said...

Thanks Pandabonium.

I wish to visit Hiroshima one day too. I saw the photos of Hiroshima on your blog and the place attracts me a lot.

Jocelyn said...

hmmm... tat picture.. tat train.. at west area? *giggles*

Bear Bear said...

maybe...maybe not!!! :P