Tuck gently
      (Against my will
            with
Abrasive moans)

At the string

Flick softly
At the knot
In my heart
            and
the tail of our
memory(Paper
diamond in
the sky)
will kiss the
rosy sunset

Let music’s
      sweet tongue
Cut the string
            to memories

(Watch the kite fly)

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