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winter has passed
as i'm counting
every subtle sense of spring
fills up my hollowed feeling
snatched by winter
once, the frail pink petals
from the old cherry tree
showered me, and
the bright banquet
you had brought
away, away you are
hurting me
a tear shaped dewdrop
hanging on a dried twig
waiting for the spring
to sprout
winter has passed
as i'm holding
every tiny hope of love
awaiting for your arrival
(March 26, 2010)
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