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Separation
part III

Though this bliss may appear unending,
both, the night and the dream must cease.
She is grinning at me,
enchanting,
as she vanishes into the mist...
 
The gray beard of the mist fills the alley,
raindrops beat on the drum
of my window.
Autumn mimics my sweet melancholy
and transforms itself into winter.
 
Homeless winds sing from under the bridges,
as the morning embraces the land.
There, I ramble,
feeding the pigeons  
out of the palm of my hand...
 
Once more, I am one with the landscape.
Like the valley, I’m covered with frost.
Like the shivering branches, my hands shake.
Like the trees, 
I am standing exposed.
 
Have you noticed your son, Mother Nature?
In you sight, I still wander perplexed.
Separated from love, 
I am raging,
Is it true that the spring will come next?
 
Dejected, I’ve looked high and low,
tread the Milky Way searching for answers,
lost my way in the winding snow,
now I stray here,
homeless and senseless.
 
Here, I drift with the winds as I cast
my eyes to the skies, 
starless and bottomless,
I can change! Let me sweep the debris of the past
under the carpets of puddles.
 
Goodness, I pray you, 
I have to see her.
I cannot go on any further without her.
I’ve poured my soul into the cold receiver,--
Listen to me! 
I cannot love any louder!
 
Listen... listen, up there! Do you hear me?!
You, angels, hovering up above me,
do not lie to me, 
tell me sincerely,
could she possibly learn to love me?

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