Waiting for you is so warm.
Even I see a stray bee flying
Only towards the winter.
Even now.
A small house at the top of a tree
And no one lives in.
But my heart is there waiting for you
That is so sweet.
Yes, very small, like an ant.
My heart is like the wings
In a season under the sun.
Waiting for you, drinking a liquor
Of the smile you left last night.
2003
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