In the Later Winter
night and wine
in the glass
near the evening
heart beats fast
head moves slowly
body dozes moderately
five windows
comes closer
each other
snowing building scattering
winds in the forest
blow
between these things
and me
winter sunset mixes
night and day
it is the sound of dropping water
it is from red handkerchief to white carpet
it is neither noisy nor calm
it is breaking a tree branches
it is a comforting peace
with the vision
wriggling seeds raise clean tops
without saying
not need words.
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