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| everything I love is soft and silent. my cat, the morning, the end of the day, even the moon in its way. everything I love is soft and silent, the water, the forest, the snow at play, even the mountain in its way. everything I love is soft and silent, the sun on the sand, a rainy day, even the wind in it's way. everything I love is soft and silent, the grass, the brook, the leaves at play, even you in your way. nov 22 2019 ∞
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I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: so I love you because I know no other way than this. nov 22 2019 ∞
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