Listening to Your Story of Separation and Reunion
Years have passed after the frost descends,
Hearing you tell the story of separation and reunion,
Paper lanterns fall,
Red wax solidifies in the corner of one fold,
That fold was written by you and me,
Thin garments inscribed with a few words and coins,
Await the return of the painted barge,
A song to lull one to sleep,
Taste and hear your dreams and my thoughts in the intoxication,
Reclaim thoughts and sing of commonplace love,
The drum's sound has not yet filled the hall,
Disturb your dreams for a moment.
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