I come to your home uninvited;
Door uncloses and windows open;
Queer silence welcomes my invasion;
I hear my voice echoes back to me.
* * *
I feel your spirit but not your soul;
Now your mind is close so is your heart;
Rendezvous of my sweet obsession,
Traces of visits are dusted off.
* * *
The likes of my heart’s passion are gone;
Pieces of treasure are gone with you;
I sneak around barren realm once more;



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