I AM a young girl; I live here alone: I write long letters But there is no one For me to send them to. My heart Teaches me loving words to use, But I can repeat them only In the garden, to the tall bamboos. Expectantly I stand beside the door. I raise The hanging mat. I, The letter folded, gaze out And see shadows of the passers-by. In the garden the fire-flies Quench and kindle their soft glow: I am one separated, But from whom I do not know.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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