You arrive from a land devastated by repeated storms half hidden in your voice of always, of casual chatter, of memorable anecdotes of dubious or perhaps imaginary old friends...
You arrive with the always present explanations and the customary gracious gestures; the half distracted motions of your arms hiding the broken branches and the fruits fell by the hailstorm behind your eyes.
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i was surprised by length of the poem but anyway, it doesn't matter. it just means that you're not a lazy writer.... nice write