In a pale sun
d ' Winter
I see your smile
melt ice that enveloped
...
me stalactite.
Statue chilly
from my time
against.
When you step
has melted my heart
cream
to slather on your lips.
My poor moon
now lives
the melting ice in
in my old days ...
Comfort and pain
is
my
thaw in your abyss
of the warm sea.
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