Who says
That it’s by my desire,
This separation, this living so far from you?
My dress still smells of the lavender you gave:
My hand still holds the letter that you sent.
Round my waist I wear a double sash:
I dream that it binds us both with a same-heart knot.
Did not you know that people hide their love,
Like the flower that seems too precious to be picked?
translated by Arthur Waley
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Again!! Seeing someone else’s heart using the almost exact metaphor as My experience. As the saying goes ” If that don’t beat all !”
It sure does. Glad this resonates with you. It does with me, too.
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Yep. The chord thrummed on this’n.
Yes, a lot to identify with there.