I spied on my beloved
Whom I henceforth met
After such a long silence.
She wore herself white clothing
And deep blue trousers
To captivate my being.
I recall it was not she
Who wounded my heart
And barred my life completely.
New one? The scars haven't mend.
But I think I'll try
Until this episode ends.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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