Come close enough
to feel your friend’s breath
re-weaving your heart
:- Doug.
Silks of rain blown by the wind
except nothing from skies
and wind only of spirit:
Dancing labyrinths of scents,
sounds, seasonings, and texture
:- Doug.
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