She
Clouds blown away by wind,
Rays of rising sun,
Kissed snow in mountain,
Birds on tree sung, hugged each other,
Butterflies fetched honey from buds,
Tender breasts are latched by little babies.
In that cold morning
She arose me in,
Didn’t reveal her roots,
But talked me a lot,
Didn’t understand her words.
When tried to clasp her,
Ran away from me.
When talked her,
She didn’t utter a single word.
Immersed slowly in her silence.
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