How many breathtaking aches, and daydreams and years of tough tacit love?
Way away from the zenith of mountains and metropolis
Lead all paths serpentine
To bottomless rivers drudged
And the days we loved.
Our few little windows reflected the flat pale sky
As if they too tried for something much much larger.
And to you, our little girl...whither blew?
We have tried our best to
Quietly miss you.