You know we can't talk to the moon,
Even for a boon.
When I climb up Tokyo tower
After I take a shower
I will touch up on the sky
When I reach by
I will whisper in the moon's ear
Because maybe he will hear
Dear moon, would you come with me?
To have dinner with glee.
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sugoi!
sugoi deske ? mama wa eete iita ? nande sugoi ? nande nihongo ni iita ? ha ha , suimasen sugoi deshita !
hi Irene..
i read your little and nice poem"Talking to the moon"
i like it very much!
its rhyming ended lines are beautiful.
i wish all the best..
This is one of my favourite..
It has, what I call, the innocence of a pink cotton candy.. so pretty and fine.. and dream-like quality..
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