How long the night when sleep won't come, alone, in silence
I count the sins for which I must atone, in silence
My heart is like that old pond of Basho's the frog jumps in
like ice, until the ripples of a stone, in silence
The hands of the clock move without making any sound
Time passes haunted by old loves, unknown, in silence
Outside the rain makes music on the roof and the wind
blows dreams through the minds of poets who groan, in silence
Breath in, breath out, the only sound that memory makes
this offering, a song of old old bones, in silence
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