I am silent
in your frozen sulk.
Love brushes past...mistaken in that moment;
even today I wake forgetting everything
in the mute vigil of melody,
in your city...
behind ash-colored clouds.
In deep love
there is no path to healing—
one can only savor it.
For fierce touch
there is no waiting—
it only gives pain equal to death.
In soul's embrace...
memories must not be burned—
tears bear witness.
Tears bear witness
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