She stands with heavy feet
Amidst the silent grass:
For her the flowers
Hidden in the dark
Distil evasive meanings.
Above the profound park
She sees the frozen satellite
Reveal its wrinkled face,
Waits, mirror-like, in trance,
And finds no impetus
To carve the dance.
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