when we talk
i can imagine your
chain of words
linking delights
vibrantly to
enchantment
like some purple fuzzy herbs
beside the red day lily
surrounded by tiny blue flowers
in a Japanese garden
where i am more of a
rock beside a pond
attentively listening.
felicity, i see
in full fruition.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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