I am lone reed,
Dressed in frozen droplets,
Tumbled heavy by a breeze.

Wind cool slowly,
Drive the life inside all
But my own, so then show me

How to again
Make use of this lost heart.
It breathes a fire, it won't let go.

When the passing
Of this convalescence
Ends, I should make time to live.

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"The sparrow tears the reed
But the seeds fly on
To begin again."