Sitting here
In the rain
And counting
Rain-Drops
One to ten
Repeating
And again
She is dead.
Touched her
I; She is cold.
Sure I’m sad.
Salty tear join the rain
I will count one to ten
Abundant is heart pain
Migration won’t repeat.
Not for her
Not this year
Not ever
My finch died
A great friend
Badly crushed
I am in mourn
For this loss
Condolence
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