Absolutely lovely.
How delicate a thing you once were whenever I approached. Trembling in the disturbed currents of air as the distance between us dwindled to a fraction of breath...or a sigh. Color bloomed on your cheeks, as you took flight to escape my touch. My love, you were my koan. The sound of one hand clapping. A butterfly. |
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