The way
The treefaded old tree
Sunsight dappled some
Twinkling
The outline of your face
That night
The slice ofsporadic ornament sky
Memory is stillso warm
Little drops
Are also clearly
Time istherefore
Cuz
Those timesongs
Sing it willnever end
Your hands
Ice cold of the bones
And the reason for that far-reached
All memory is in them
But
Carelessly
Lost in the intersection
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