Chapter 4 ◎Grace

Sorrow is written in the damp cold air Most people walk past a row of trees and look up at the sky Through the intersecting net of branches Immersed in layers of cold, peel off all the wrapping everything is destined for you nothing the wind cries all night Weeping star insomnia in the middle of the night I beg you when you freeze the night freeze the candle Be extra merciful to a small fish when the lake is frozen stars freeze into light tears frozen into pearls dreams frozen into white feathers A small group of people wait for the sun from the gaps in the branches feathered ignorant snow child

for a while— the sun will smile and take it away