Many a souls lay beneath your landing
While the red now seems persistent,
It has often been a shade of cold blue
The arrival of you brings thawing
And with it a glimmer, and a warning
My cynicism never is far behind,
For matters of this fragile heart
Often have I seen such thaw and freeze
leaving me in utter shudder and unease
Mulled into outlandish permanence
Only to be rudely awakened
So if this arrival of you is brief
And you shall like all at some oddity leave
Walk forth, gently and let me guide you
Out of this maze of my kintsukuroi'd heart
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