64

in the blue eyes
I found
not only the ocean
but also
the setting sun

63

in the sharp-edged air
on the misty mountain top
the words are frozen
our breathing
coalesce

62

our heart beats
quieted down
for the last breath
of the sun
in a haze

61

even
the odor of
sulfur spring
can't beat
our laughter

60

in the view of
a little bird
singing a love song
for the given life
is enough task to complete

59

a carefree touch
of the innocent hand
squeezes out
my sealed
affection

58

the old wound of
the thorne
on the tip of
the first finger
still throbs