Succumb To Passion Not Boredom

 Paintings by Isao Shiga (1993)



Your silence I love the most.
I am fixed,
I see you and I love you.

Your silence is elating for me.
Not you entertaining all that you long to escape.

Your silence I love the most,
I find it so rare;
beauty has arrived. 

Two branches in a river,
flowing downstream,
caught in the current,

I'll carry you,
you'll carry me.
That's how it will be.




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