Sweet, song of my sadness!
We kissed in the rain, married
in a storm. My long white fingers
touched your lips like lightening touches
the field and cannot be forgotten.
What accumulates in our hearts
can cause its stillness, heavy like
a rock. Once it's tossed into
the river, it becomes anonymous,
belongs to the wilderness.
On a cloudy day, we layed down
innocent, loving first, then after
the storm, our memories drift away,
a single leaf twirling downstream.
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