I see the winter moon and the starry night.
I see a woman, smiling at her child's innocent questions.
I see lovers on a long yet finite path,
embracing the young love in the winter breeze.
I see light from a lamp at the corner of the street,
a man holding a photo of her lost wife under it.
I see a shopkeeper, waiting for customers in the shivering eve.
I see a labour family, parents feeding the new ones.
I see my barren arms, once warm with love.
I see it all, and yet
I see nothing.
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