Winter Exodus via Narita

Her breath billows gently,
moves fern over fallow,
but no soft cloud produced,
for the furnace of her heart
has gone out.

Where has the wind blown him?
On what wings did he fly?

Far into and over the horizon
did he take his love away.

2014.05.03 – 2023.11.22

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