I glance back
at her window light
after I leave
cold wind
strikes
my face
David He
*
a little boy
waves goodbye
to the whistling train...
Mum's tears
soak
her mask
David He
*
snowflakes
dance through the air
before a lightpost
an old monk
whispers
his prayer
David He
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