Love slips
through the heart wall's holes,
and settles with
the dust in the wind.
Many have tried netting,
collecting some pieces
of my piece
dispersed into the vastness.
But sooner, they all
let go.
Thus this love remains,
whole, but, scattered.
-qyf
- but somebody, someday
will contain me, all of me.
Confine me in his arms.