Grass welcomes rain
silently
then
with
quiet sighs.
Happiness
and
misfortunes
precariously stilted
in
fierce
feral moods.
Beset by urgent desires
to touch her
The one who is far away.
Her quirkiness
her prose
unrolls in sentence
after
lovely
sentence.
Love
Love
Fighting death is worth the trouble of life.
The most beautiful lines ever written.
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