the solitude of existence./生田　稔
　

my being an original seed.　
Roaring,both the wind and the whispering
　Of the leaves were.
My cells surely feel nostalgia to this roaring.
Cells listening intently,cells laying head,
cells of alveolus emerging,
dying small death.
Now open 、then continue.
(awakening breath beneath the c
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