I heard the magpies talking

Today, again, and for me.
Spoke the heart inside my heart,
yearning for you.
I tried to ignore
these dumps of yearning.
Simply as a gaze,
directed at you.
A red-haired girl,
waiting at the gate –
soaked in rain.
On snowy days like these,
there are no graves.
And the memories too,
have no graves.

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