One more stone fell from the temple of life's zest,
a few blades of grass stood still unruffled of the wind,
the tall Tree in my garden with pink flowers,
shed a few of them in honour of a departed loving heart,
songbirds paused ,
confusion rose like the ocean waves,
if she loved us or not,
compass of intuition pointing to yes,
all loving hearts are like this,
silently flowing like a snow river,
underneath the snow,
underneath the social barricades.
She smiled at us with affection,
even long after the last departure.
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