honey fragrance
of jasmine blossoms
and the shade
of a chestnut tree
the gentle sailing
of perfect clouds
and amber tears deposited
on the shores of the sea
the gentle peace of a stream
as it makes its way slowly
through the forests of fir
standing sadly in salute
if I could write my heart
on a piece of paper
it just might look or sound
like these...

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