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… and the season of flowers abruptly passed one day –


summer is now upon us – sparrows come to

the guava tree riding the silver dawn –

winter flowers are fading – the last smell of cold foggy

mornings brushed past today – and was gone –


it was a winter of longings – deep longings born

in some dimly remembered winter

a thousand years ago –


roses grow pale – sadness of a passing spring –

so why do I get the feeling that you

want me to give up

even this pining my only claim

on you?


I will – if you want me to –


but tell me – what will I do then

when evening comes with slow

sorrowful steps and brings with her

that helpless yearning she knew I always

embraced and kept warm

through cold dark