Empty Heart

During The Moonrise,
in dusk; felling her,
Looking her footprints,
in the seashore,

Searching the root
of laugh, Which
reverberate in my ears;

Digging the
gravestone of time;
when she would have
Thought about me;

The endless
Searching; hearing;
Digging;

My Heart is
being buoyed up
infront of
my eyes;

Though pull in
with my Empty
Hands it,
Its very hard.


06-02-2004.
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