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迷途篇 Going Astray

A Broken Heart

Bleak eyelids
cannot enfold your glittering pupils of eyes.
Short figure
upholds your complaisant hands.

You hand over a touch of warmth
and lift up a hint of love.
Wipe up the face with tears sliding away

to dispel the loneliness of mother.

Being lost stands at the back of giving.
Memory fragments lie by the side of being lost.

Sympathy is nurtured in the fragments,
which prop up
your over- sensitive childhood.

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