Let me not pursue trifles

(3296) Ei jiivanasaekate ami

I, on this sandy beach of life,
Nacre unaccompanied I reap.
On the sky a star coruscates;
The nebula darts a peek.

Many thoughts come within psyche:
Many facts of past and much deceit.
None knows whereto they've gone missing;
Maybe etched are they on a realm heavenly.

There is no end of reflections mine;
They come and go, throwing me lonely aside.
And so Yourself I yearn to receive nigh,
Good and bad times, the tearful cries, forgetting.

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