My Notes

I see
You
In the clarity of evening lake.

I hear
You
Through the whispering midnight wind.

I touch
You
In the warm water I splash at the dawn.

I taste
You
In the green tea I sip in the morning bright.

I smell
You
In the best lunch of the day.

I feel
You
In this throbbing heart in the sweet twilight.

To
You
Across the ocean:
Your
Name is so real,
Why not
Your
Presence?

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