"I broke my heart in two
So hard I struck.
What matter? for I know
That out of rock,
Out of a desolate source,
Love leaps upon its course."
W.B. Yeats, Words for music perhaps and other poems, XI (1932)
Her gaze, her pace, honest, set As her soul, trudging the komorebi path Ablaze and cold as the day
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