Snow, deep red, reflects
my past. Healing thanks to the
sword of the stranger.
A very special
bond, soaked in new feelings.
I will never dry.
The clear sky made no
difference when looking past
the pale horizon.
Pupils build and swell
while gray clouds slip westward
in the eastern sky.
An unrequited
memory: the rabbit fell
in love with the ox.
In snow: How many
footsteps does it take before
the first disappears?
New moon gives new light.
The breaking of barriers:
Ending of Lone Wolf.
Wisdom's encumbered,
as a chill breeze blows down the
rugged mountain side.
Snow falls quickly on
a slow beating chest; the heart,
waiting for shelter.
The glimpse of your warm
breath in the cool night sky spins
passion deep within.
The tree outside my
window taps harder now, than
in lazy summer.
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