On Dark, Sad Earth

Forgive yourself, beloved,
I know what haunts you.

There is a place where
fathers leave their sons,

you cannot heal your wounds
by loving all your children.

Forgive him, my beloved,
for the scattered seeds

on dark, sad earth,
harsh winters, the first

snow fallen like white
rice in the fields.

Release me, my beloved
from your memories as

I no longer struggle
to extinguish yours.

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