Simple and extraordinary wall. 

wall without weight and without color:

a hint of air in the air.

From a hillside, birds pass, 

light passes like a swing, 

the edge of winter passes 

like a breath of summer. 

A leafy wind

and embodied shadows pass.

But a sigh does not break bounds, 

arms do not meet, 

and no heart-to-heart is made flesh.
 
 
 

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