Poem

The house is being demolished.

That old woman’s house is being demolished.

Every time I walk my dogs.

The old woman who smiled and waved at my dog in front of her house.

I’ll never see her smile again.

Her smile…

I can see her smile in my brain now.

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Miyabi's Movie Diary

Miyabi's Movie Diary

I am a movie, drama and game fanatic. I try to introduce the movies I recommend. Thank you for reading.