There is a little girl
Unlike the others
Her crimson dress
Swaying in the wind
All alone
In the field of red
While they dance in sunlight
She dances in twilight
While others sing in spring
She sings in autumn
While they sleep in the dark of cold
She dies in the light of warmth
Carpeting the path in red
Never to meet again...
She is Lycoris.
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The World, In and Out
Through a heroine's eyes of the World, in and out. A collection of poems.
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Hokuto the Witch
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