it rained.
honeysuckle are blooming.
i see them but have yet to taste them,
breathe the scent.
i see you but have yet to feel you,
breathe the safe.
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mirijiki
"songs spread out by silence and rolled up by noise, echoed in dreams and concealed by wakefulness ... who can link the crashing thunder with the baby's sigh?" ~ gibran
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