Mountains majestic
over blue frozen water.
Nature passing between
hot and cold. That's
what i think about love.
My eyes, warm like a house,
hold secrets in words kept quiet.
Water reflects the passionless
yellow when trees like me are red
with embarrassment. What i see
is not for me.
Naked, leaves sink to the ground,
wet earth with the stink
of my dead dog-
that silly heart.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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