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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