Reminders for Mei
d. steine
Because dying is like Heaven
While living is Hell that defines it.
Because everyone loves the flower
Yet never remembers the fragile seed.
Because if one is weak and travels
To where it is night while at home
It is light, then how weak
Is one who preferred to never to go away
Until he realized he could no longer stay?
Because ice kings and queens were born
Wet and warm into soft loving hands, and so
Finger traces and lips prints inherit
The ancient memories to unlock the tears
Even from winter’s eyes.
Because
Because there are a lot of reasons
For one to discover and claim
In the deaths of seasons, in washed out pain.
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