Author’s note:
It is a poem about my feeling when I rode a
bike in ICU in the evening and saw a very beautiful evening sun.
When I was a child, I wondered why I
couldn’t become someone, I am just me. Even now, I sometimes think I want to
see my days through someone’s eyes. Especially when I see beautiful aspects, I
want to know what someone feels when he/she looks at that. However, it is
difficult to know because the person who I want to know his/her feeling is
usually in a distance. “You”in this poem mean such a person.
I would like to thank Mark and my roommate,
Alyssa, for giving me some comments and pointing out some words I should change.
This is my third piece↓
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12z3K0D1znLeDESx_U13NI08KOpIkozELrIdgGdYZQTk/edit
https://docs.google.com/document/d/12z3K0D1znLeDESx_U13NI08KOpIkozELrIdgGdYZQTk/edit
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