Once I Touched the word love

I touched the word love

That inscribed on the whetstone,

Day after day it withstand

Towards the blizzard of hatred.

The nature tempered it

Without my inspiration,

Now whetstone seems as lonely tomb

Where apparitions whirl around;

Reject me mysteriously

While I’m crazy to touch it again.

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