Remembering
her tears drop
on his pale face
her tears -
in his frozen eyes,
no memories,
in his heart,
no passions
in his cold body,
like a beautiful stone
waiting for
its sculptor.
Remembering
This single tear
removed the
piece of ice
from his eye
A W A KEN:
Where I am?
He looked around
her tears flow
like a river -
You are at home,
my heart...
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