Do you want to walk
out along this summer field
collecting bouquets?
I see the sunlight
softly caressing flowers
as well as your hair
and I'm jealous.
This dream of you,
your sun-touched dress
and the sound of your voice
in the tender afternoon
makes every sadness flee.
There are sacred days
that live forever in the soul
after you notice someone's eyes
in an entirely captivating way.
I could sit for hours like Buddha
beneath an ancient tree
simply recalling your voice speaking my name
and the bracelet on your wrist.
Perhaps, there are gods
laughing at me
for all my longing remembrances of you,
but somehow, I remain content
knowing you're in the world.
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