Paper Cranes

Loving too deeply

Brings scars easily;

Loving you truly

Makes our parting hard.

Folding paper cranes,

My tears flow non-stop;

Thinking of the myth

about hearts meeting.

Cranes stringed together,

Swaying in the breeze;

Sending you my dreams

And hopes for reprieve.

Hard to understand

how love can be cold

and heart becomes ice

when the tears have dried.

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