a wistful whispering...a wistful whispering of your name like a lullaby leaves an aroma of love with a bittersweet-ness of loss
never (a loss) of love or, of you
but (a loss) of a dream of a home, with you
* a fleeting sigh *
until m[y(our)] eyes laugh a love so pure so eternal
effortlessly brings me back to
my home within, where you are. © naoko
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