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. *The tender Willow leaves whoosh softly                               with the fickle cherry blossom breeze Painting the colour                               these inevitable days ,                               the fragrant scent                                                       o­f springtide No longer holding back                               the dreams from deep in a heart                                                                w­axing gibbous , the unopined moon                               rose up over an unwritten poem painting hues with words                               shaping the shadows of its song                               into a musically dappled tableau stroked by the tickle of poignant whispers                               waft from the veritable roguish winter nadir                                               ― a latent and longing heart          ― beneath                               a sky full of stars*                                                         ­                                        ✩ ✩ ☼ ✩ ✩                                                      wild is the wind
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
Painting the colour these inevitable days
. *The tender Willow leaves whoosh softly                               with the fickle cherry blossom breeze Painting the colour                               these inevitable days ,                               the fragrant scent                                                       o­f springtide No longer holding back                               the dreams from deep in a heart                                                                w­axing gibbous , the unopined moon                               rose up over an unwritten poem painting hues with words                               shaping the shadows of its song                               into a musically dappled tableau stroked by the tickle of poignant whispers                               waft from the veritable roguish winter nadir                                               ― a latent and longing heart          ― beneath                               a sky full of stars*                                                         ­                                        ✩ ✩ ☼ ✩ ✩                                                      wild is the wind
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Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 4:31 PM UTC
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