Sometimes,
you know how strange this is,
after harsh winter,
in spring frozen lake melts into water,
and leaves regrow in bare, soulless tree.
Sometimes,
you know how innocent it is
Say, stranger visit and
Stars and silver moon suddenly appear in the dusty city night
chirping of birds bring unfathomable innocent joy in morning
pride break and no longer prejudice could resist.
Sometimes,
you know how weird it is
She speaks, slowly,
and says little of herself
but sails her thoughts in a motion
and says lines I cannot fathom.
Nevertheless, I could hear them without judging and question
Without any hesitation I understand them.
Sometimes, you know how terrifying this is,
She walks in distance
and without word disappears
behind mountain and hides in an impenetrable valley
As winter engulfs her fragile emotion
Sometimes,
You know how difficult it is,
Say, like drought soul waiting for rain
Like dying man thinking of another spring
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