First time I wished for winter

Dimmed light 

The summer breeze 

Evening contemplation 

 

Almost silence 

Surely peace 

A drop of it 

 

Lovely feeling that lingers 

From the memory of your smell 

 

To love is to be loved 

Thank you for teaching me that 

In a glimpse 

 

If only it wasn't summer 

So I could freeze that moment 

In the concept of time 

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This year of horse 

Is a year of 

Repeating grief 

 

I mean 

Everyone cries; 

When a strong, beautiful 

horse dies. 

 

(Someone cries every time 

A regular horse dies 

 

Everybody screams.)