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A woman's wild sea grief shatters against a cold, unyielding shoreline.

June 15, 2021

Falling leaves
tell me
winter is around the corner
meadows no longer
blush at the amorous breeze
last rose is a vestige

after winter
swallow and nightingale
will make new nests
on new branches
on chinar and poplar trees
I wonder
where shall I be?

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