Across the stream
Seem like time
May not touch them
Nor let a delicate
Kiss be granted
To their forehead.
Slowly the grow
Like a tiny wave
Into the large tsunamis
Known only in the shores
Until they explode.
The ripple spreads
Far across the lake
Lapping upon shore,
Boat and man alike
To bring frozen happiness
Into the unfrozen.
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