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"hayao" poems
Siriyw bilai bipang mwsayw Gwthang pithaipwr lorhai langw Rwdapwra rongzayw dalai ranzringw Langdang hayao dakhwr japobw Gwsw Birw okhrang gezerzwng dwimu Sansriyw gwdan khiliyw jiu Simangpwr thaiyw unduhabna thayw jiu Akhai-Athing rubaiyw swlera mengru Onthaiya dudruyw dwisa gathwn Dinga gwzaow udang fhwisali gwzan San habw dandise minina swnab gwzan Dao palw birlangw bahayo gwdan Bere bamblema birw bibarao Sikhiri megon sayw nainw hayiao Bidwipwra khathw zayw dikharao Pithaini habilaya seolangw thasariao.
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
bidindra-basumatary
Gumur Gwiya
Siriyw bilai bipang mwsayw Gwthang pithaipwr lorhai langw Rwdapwra rongzayw dalai ranzringw Langdang hayao dakhwr japobw Gwsw Birw okhrang gezerzwng dwimu Sansriyw gwdan khiliyw jiu Simangpwr thaiyw unduhabna thayw jiu Akhai-Athing rubaiyw swlera mengru Onthaiya dudruyw dwisa gathwn Dinga gwzaow udang fhwisali gwzan San habw dandise minina swnab gwzan Dao palw birlangw bahayo gwdan Bere bamblema birw bibarao Sikhiri megon sayw nainw hayiao Bidwipwra khathw zayw dikharao Pithaini habilaya seolangw thasariao.
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I feel like we are in an old Hayao Miyazaki movie. I suspect we are hand-drawn people hunched over hand-spun milkshakes from a classic American diner like Culver's burgers and fries. I imagine the real me has fallen asleep on a couch in front of a microwaved dinner somewhere in the distant future. I think I was watching the snow fall outside the window like static on a TV screen. I could have been watching the same Saturday morning on loop, walking in frames to the same diner we've been going to since you were five. There, we meet for breakfast by the window. Your hand is drawn wearing a gold wedding ring. I smile behind a silver beard. Though it's hard to recognize our faces, we say things that sound familiar something about how our favorite Hayao Miyazaki movies illustrated the passage of time through the eyes of a child You order a kids meal with a milkshake in a classic re-enactment of the days I thought would never end.
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Feb 16, 2020
Feb 16, 2020 at 3:20 PM UTC
Antinoart
Saturday Morning Re-Runs
I feel like we are in an old Hayao Miyazaki movie. I suspect we are hand-drawn people hunched over hand-spun milkshakes from a classic American diner like Culver's burgers and fries. I imagine the real me has fallen asleep on a couch in front of a microwaved dinner somewhere in the distant future. I think I was watching the snow fall outside the window like static on a TV screen. I could have been watching the same Saturday morning on loop, walking in frames to the same diner we've been going to since you were five. There, we meet for breakfast by the window. Your hand is drawn wearing a gold wedding ring. I smile behind a silver beard. Though it's hard to recognize our faces, we say things that sound familiar something about how our favorite Hayao Miyazaki movies illustrated the passage of time through the eyes of a child You order a kids meal with a milkshake in a classic re-enactment of the days I thought would never end.
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