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In the morning of a new year day I stood on the spot where The vindictive little boy fell I disrobed garments of beauty From the place And saw ruins and bones A white moon was still hanging sadly On the winter sky Frozen in ashes of souls My heart sank with my knees Felt the heat of death Which evaporated A war ridden citizen While opening his lunch pack Sitting on the steps of an old building Only his shadow remained Etched on the stone steps The dryness surprised me Because I didn't cry For I had nothing to empty anymore As I saw the ghost of that mushroom cloud Haunting the place I was afraid even to weep A toddler who loved to ride his tricycle Was buried in his father's backyard Victim of a blind inferno But his tiny bike Remained standing as a rusted witness Cold fingers of a maple leaf Held my hand I looked up And saw my tears on it Stained with blood Rainbows of paper cranes Fluttered lazily Cradling unfulfilled wishes of a little girl Who was erased By evil hands of science Night came along With chillness of graves And I found myself on a tatami Huddling beside a doll in a black kimono And we entwined Like twin paper cranes