years cannot be recited
only for you to remember
is poetry
not romantic at all
time is water
coming over in vain
and in vain flowing away
who
rings whose bell?
ripples weave an invisible web
a boat with a pair of oars
bit by bit
paddles into the profound lake of the starry night
the leaves falling and the tree shaking a little
winds
blow off the memory
touching my face
my mouth slightly open
no words mutter out
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