My hands have not touched water since your hands,–
No;–nor my lips freed laughter since ‘farewell’.
And with the day, distance again expands
Between us, voiceless as an uncoiled shell.
Yet,–much follows, much endures. . .Trust birds alone:
A dove’s wings clung to my heart last night
With surging gentleness; and the blue stone
Set in the tryst-ring has but worn more bright.
Being Present for the Moment
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Singer, Songwriter and Author from Kyoto, Japan.
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L'essenziale è invisibile e agli occhi e al cuore. Beccarlo è pura questione di culo
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Leonard Durso 
Happy Valentine’s Day
Same to you, Leyla. Hope you enjoy the day and the weekend.
Great poem Leonard.. a perfect choice… Best wishes! Aquileana ⭐
Thanks, Aquileana. Hope your Valentine’s Day was everything you hoped it would be and, more importantly, the rest of the year is too.